Word: ops
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Harvard's countless alumni returned to Cambridge for their traditional reunions, a different kind of reunion marked the 30th anniversary of the Dudley Co-op last weekend...
...Saturday reunion cookout featured hamburgers, barbecued chicken and potato salad--but co-op residents also prepared homemade bread, home-brewed beer, grilled tofu, and curried tofu with apples and raisins. At least one of the co-op's four dogs had a name tag reading, "Hello, My Name Is Gwendolyn" stuck on her head...
...Beit Sahur, a town near Bethlehem, a group of local men started an agricultural cooperative in March. Walid Hawash, 29, runs the co-op's shop, selling seeds, tools and herbicides at cost to any residents who wish to start "victory" gardens. "We are doing this so the people can feed themselves," says Hawash. Last week Israeli soldiers threatened to close Hawash's store. "They say what we are doing is politics," says Hawash. "But we are only trying to live." Nearby, freshly turned earth marks a new garden that will feed 42 families come harvest time. Hawash obliquely acknowledges...
...that very moment, in the very sort of Park Avenue co-op apartment that so obsessed the Mayor...twelve-foot ceilings...two wings, one for the white Anglo-Saxon Protestants who own the place and one for the help... Sherman McCoy was kneeling in his front hall trying to put a leash on a dachsund. The floor was a deep green marble, and it went on and on. It led to a five-foot walnut staircase that swept up in a sumptuous curve to the floor above. It was the sort of apartment the mere thought of which ignites flames...
Psychology is kept decently out of sight in most of the 25 horsey thrillers listed on the op-title page of Dick Francis' new entertainment. It is what goes on -- wheels turning in the murky unconscious, and all that -- when one of his characters, caught in some awkwardness, says "er . . ." That unmistakable Francis "er . . ." has got author and readers past many a potentially mushy spot and on to the good part, where the hero is gonked by hired gorillas or injected with horse tranquilizer, and then wakes up, aware that something is wrong, inside a locked steamer trunk...