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Dates: during 1970-1979
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LONDON, 1893. Giggling, sashaying, more than a little drunk, a prostitute makes arrangements with a gentleman off-screen. At his request, she moves into an alley, lifts her petticoats, and purrs, "What's your name, dearie...

Author: By Troy Segal, | Title: A Ripping Good Time | 10/11/1979 | See Source »

...FRIDAY NIGHT, so no one really had the time or cared to show me how to be a cocktail waitress. A hunched-over waitress Janie took me under her wing and called me "Baby." I felt the name fit snugly. I didn't know they used "Baby" just like "Honey" and "Sunshine" for any girl, just as they used "Tiger" for the tough girls and "Kitten" for the playful and easily tamed. Janie set me loose soon, and I began to learn the drinks slowly--Tom Collins, Singapore Sling, and Hurricane. The beer foamed up in the glasses. When...

Author: By Sarah G. Boxer, | Title: New Orleans Nocturne | 10/11/1979 | See Source »

Beginning in the late 60's, the government and the energy industry began discussing ways to meet America's projected energy needs for industrial growth in generations to come. The plan, forwarded under the name Project Independence," called for large, centralized power plants which could use coal and uranium to produce electricity. This electricity could be fed into a grid system which would divide the nation into regions of varying size, depending on population and availability of space for the plant sites...

Author: By Winona Laduke, | Title: The Battle for the West | 10/11/1979 | See Source »

...against hard times in eastern labor-intensive underground coal mines--where almost 400 years' worth of coal remains. Instead, companies looked eagerly towards the "Great American Coal Basin"--the western United States. There the coal lies close to the surface and high production with minimal labor costs is the name of the game...

Author: By Winona Laduke, | Title: The Battle for the West | 10/11/1979 | See Source »

...right up to the fence and chat with the police. They won't chat back. They won't even look at you, and orders are obviously orders, pretty much the way it stays all weekend, their inactivity ends the minute the fence is threatened. One aging flower child ("My name is earth") makes a preliminary assault, and for the first time the Mace comes out. They point the small brown bottles at your eyes and spray, and suddenly you forget about cutting any fence...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

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