Word: patios
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...condominiums because it seemed safe. Even after the abduction, her neighbors wanted the world to know just how convivial a place it can be. "The garage doors open, and people socialize," says Mike Pace, who lives two doors down from the Runnions in Stanton. "We use that as the patio." But when cops arrested 6-ft., 200-lb. Alejandro Avila, 27, for Samantha's rape and murder, residents had to reckon not only with the casual intrusion of evil into their midst but also with the fact that it was no stranger to the neighborhood. "He had been there before...
...sorry...those are five reasons to smoke cigarettes. Meat is more complicated. It's a food most Americans eat virtually every day: at the dinner table; in the cafeteria; on the barbecue patio; with mustard at a ballpark; or, a billion times a year, with special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame-seed bun. Beef is, the TV commercials say, "America's food"--the Stars and Stripes served up medium rare--and as entwined with the nation's notion of its robust frontier heritage as, well, the Marlboro...
...Green Tea, a guy-meets-girl urban romance due out in the fall, camera equipment and lights are strewn around a dusty Beijing alleyway. Jiang tilts his aluminum patio chair precariously against the alley wall, a cigarette pasted to his bottom lip, meditating on his next scene with actress Zhao Wei. Director Zhang Yuan is in a nearby building reviewing today's footage, while Christopher Doyle and his crew are readying equipment for the next shot. A crew member relates how Jiang has his hands in every part of the shoot?coaching other actors, conceiving new shots, even asking...
...experienced a brief flash of irritation, thinking that for $80 a night, one might reasonably expect a television. But I quickly figured that, free of the insidious temptations of the idiot box, I would spend my time in the hotel far more productively: drinking beer on the bougainvillaea-draped patio, listening to the chirps of the wriggling geckos on the walls, and watching the world go by. And should I grow weary of my tropical tranquility, the downstairs bar beckoned. Complete with dusty wickerwork chairs, an ancient gramophone and a scattering of pith helmets, it looks straight...
...travel to Nicaragua to work for an NGO. Somehow, I finagle myself into a party at the ambassador’s residence. There, I meet the members of a congressional committee and, more importantly, their military escorts. Impeccably mannered, neatly dressed, well-spoken military men and women flood the patio while the congressmen swill rum punch. A naval attaché takes me under her wing and introduces me to all the “right people” as I marvel at her grace, strength, presence and poise. Later in the summer, I wait by the side of the road...