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...manner of subjects. A mild and white-haired figure, married to his longtime research assistant, Veronica Boulter (his 33-year first marriage ended in divorce in 1946), Toynbee frequently visited U.S. universities and once commented that the things he liked best about the U.S. were Bing Crosby and peanut butter. Not all his views were so benign. When he was 80, he declared in the autobiographical Experiences that the U.S. (in Viet Nam) and Israel (in Palestine) were partners in colonialism. As recently as last year, he wrote in the Observer that fuel shortages might well lead to authoritarian governments...
Jimmy who? That derisive question was often asked in Georgia when the peanut farmer and Baptist Church deacon first ran for Governor in 1966, but not when he made it on his second...
...hydrolab operated by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Apart from a malfunction that sent the lab's temperature soaring to 90° at one point, the amateur aquanauts had little trouble adjusting to their watery environment, or to their spartan diet of soup, fruit, peanut butter and crackers. "Unlike the space program 15 years ago, the facilities already exist for expanded underwater research, and thus it can be done with a minimum of expense," enthused Weicker after bubbling to the surface. "Almost anyone can work down there -as my doing it proves...
...plug, his aluminum construction hat glinting in the bulging evening-got-up-in-drag-as-afternoon sky. Ruddy bearded and freckled all over and pale where his clothes would have been, he said the tub would soon be filled. His kids screamed about with the ducks and geese--silently, Peanut, his youngest daughter, tottered out of the outhouse trailing her pants about her ankles. Bridget and Jenny collected rocks. Daniel was happy and we were all a little drunk and the day was bright, never-ending, clear, pleasing us all though damn if I didn't wish...
Daniel, Bridget and I followed Peg up to his tiny, one-room cabin. A loaded shot-gun and squat, scoped hunting rifle hung over the door, a long-necked banjo and the Thompson over the bed. Peg turned on his tape deck, gave Peanut a piece of licorice, and pulled out the Thompson's clip: 90 rounds a minute of bloated, stumpy bullets. Peanut cried and Pegleg picked his banjo and Daniel got down on the floor where the child was and then wasn't when her mother picked her up, and said how she had the life and wasn...