Word: mudding
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...canyon bottoms, surrounded by oak trees and chaparral, or in hillside houses perched on stilts. Since fires-another scourge of the well-to-do Angelenos-have destroyed much of the vegetation in past years, the earth was quickly saturated by the rains. It turned into avalanches of mud that swept down the hillsides...
...other canyon residents worked desperately to save their property. In Mandeville Canyon, Beverly Hills Psychologist Philip Flexo and his wife Pat shoveled day and night to divert a stream of mud and water from their $250,000 home. No matter what happened to the house, Flexo vowed not to leave the canyon permanently. Said he: "We moved here to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Despite the fires, rains, flood and muds, I won't move...
...Monterey Park, Joanna Dressier was packing suitcases to flee when she heard a thud. Said she: "I looked outside and saw my husband and two friends being pushed by the mud against and underneath a car. I couldn't get the front door open, so I bashed a window. I threw my dogs out, then I jumped out." Her husband and friends survived, but her house was badly damaged. Ray Linton, another Monterey Park resident, salvaged little more than a stereo, a couple of cans of honey and some dented pans from his house, which collapsed. For drinking water...
...four hours of mechanical torture does not turn us into Lears. Even if we strain, we can't hear the hoofbeats of the Apocalypse galloping closer. Nor do we realize, like Lear, that life and space and time will not stand still while we crawl in the maddening mud of self-pity. Instead, this Lear alienates us, erects a barrier between the stage and the audience, makes us struggle to stay in our seats. We throw up our hands. We do not want to watch TV, to see the results of the New Hampshire primary or an Ajax commercial...
...last night of our ordeal I was descending the north slope, numbed and passionless, drugged with fatigue, dead on my feet, when I heard someone singing! It was a rough voice, husky yet powerful. A cluster of mortar bombs came crashing down and I threw myself into the mud. When I could hear again, the first sound that came to me was the singing voice. Cautiously I raised myself just as a star shell burst overhead, and saw him coming toward me through that blasted wasteland...