Word: orthodontists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...goes on for hours. The truck's owner, an escaped city man who can sound irritatingly smug about the rewards of living in the country, is angry now at the cordwood, the mud, poor mired Linda, and himself. He is spinning wheels, wasting time. Great deeds remain undone, great orthodontist bills are unpaid. Awash with self-doubt, he heaves the birch chunks out to lighten the truck, then jacks, wedges, winches and ponders. At last Linda groans free, and all that remains is to retrieve the half cord of jettisoned birch. There is never a thought of leaving the firewood...
That all sounds fine in psychological, motivational terms, but it ignores the fact that businessmen have homes and families, daughters that have to go to the orthodontist and sons that want to go to sleep-away camp, and that all of these things cost money. Lots of it, and the Cost-of-Living Index isn't going down, not to mention the Cost-of-Living-Well Index. Abstracting the Almighty Dollar from the picture might well give Maccoby a more interesting thesis for his book, but it only distorts the picture like a fun-house mirror. The sad fact...
Best gadget of all is human one -seven-foot thug with preternatural strength and steel teeth, which he uses to snap victims' spinal cords. Name: Jaws. Orthodontist's nightmare. Running gag is that each time he is dispatched-trapped in building cave-in, flung from speeding train, tossed into shark tank, even torpedoed-Jaws (Richard Kiel) implacably reappears. In his silly, mechanical, likable way, a perfect symbol for Bond films. They're attacked, dismissed, put out of mind, but keep coming back and back and back...
...then the orthodontist. He wasn't too bad. He frowned on chocolates, but didn't make many demands, except about caramels. That was pretty difficult, though. And sometimes you just couldn't know a caramel would be inside until you had bitten into it, and of course it would be a waste to throw away a perfectly good candy...
...week?delivering her three children to school, picking them up again, visiting a bank, post office, supermarket and the home of her ailing mother. That's on weekdays; on Saturdays she chauffeurs her two sons to an art class at the University of Miami, takes one to a weekly orthodontist appointment and drives her daughter to dancing lessons. "I'm trying to conserve energy by saving trips," says Mrs. Fisher, "but the fuel shortage is going to affect us drastically." Ellen Jackson, an Oakton, Va., housewife, sees no alternative to the car. "It's two miles to the nearest store...