Word: neighbored
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Your kid won't stop begging for a Furby, right? She says they squawk in kiddie gibberish and make gurgling noises and sing songs. And you've driven to every mall in the state and still can't find it. Your next-door neighbor traded his car for a dozen on a black-market website, but he's hoarding them until just before Christmas, prime time for scalping. You're stuck with a K Mart waiting list and cheerful lies from salespeople: "We'll call you soon." Makes you wanna gouge those adorable Furby eyes right out of their electronic...
Beside a dead maple, my neighbor from the next farm, Mark Shepard, cradles a Remington .280 rifle. I am a spectator today. So is Mark's son Glenn, 14. Glenn, a crack shot, has hunted turkey and pheasant with shotguns and deer with bow and arrow. But in New York State, he cannot legally go after deer with a gun until he is 16. That doesn't matter today. Glenn is excited but silent, testing the wind with a wet finger, flicking his eyes through the woods like any good hunter, alert to motion...
Part of the change may be due to women. The number of women hunters has doubled in the past 10 years to 2.6 million. Some, like my neighbor in upstate New York, Karolyn Kern Shepard, Glenn's mother, are as fiercely competitive as men; Karolyn was taught to hunt by her father. But hunters' organizations claim the arrival of new women hunters, including a number of single mothers taking their children out, has dampened the trophy mentality. One woman in Alabama recently took up hunting and says it saved her marriage; she finally had something she and her husband enjoyed...
...Herlihy, a pal of the star's since they were all at New York University a decade ago. That's exactly right. The films are full of preadolescent aggression, exaggerated for laughs. In Billy Madison, Sandler gets his kicks by leaving a bag of flaming feces at a neighbor's door, saying the F word in a roomful of first-graders, mocking a stuttering boy. As a clumsy hockey player in Happy Gilmore, Sandler kills his dad with an errant slap shot. The films' running gag is of an innocent bystander getting clobbered by a sharp object. Pain is funny...
...Waller's neighbor, Joseph P. Weidle '99, lives in a less shocking but equally impressive version of the libido lair. Again, the bed is the centerpiece of the room, but here the pallet conjures up the aura of an Arabian harem. Paisley print canopies billow across the bed frame and ceiling, dimming the light to a romantic incandescence. Lava lamps rest mounted from the bed frame and a teddy bear reclines near the pillows while the ubiquitous mirror paneling covers the adjacent walls. "It's so comfortable, I can't get out of bed," Weidle comments...