Word: perfecter
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...scrawny old beast tossed the local boy off the stage of the Lyric Theater in short order. Bryant claims he has the scars to prove he was there, but the only thing that really matters is that the episode gave the boy a nickname to grow into-Bear. A perfect name for 50 years of football, a name to match his towering physical presence and deep rumbling voice. In the end, it was a name big enough to fit his influence on the game...
...kind of enforced segregation. The sudden, seismic synthesis of mainstream pop and down-home rhythm and blues was performed by Elvis Presley, who took R&B, fused it with a little country raunch and came up with rock 'n' roll. Even the generic name was a perfect synthesis: black slang, applied to the raucous music and then popularized by a disc jockey...
...green baize tabletops, insulated plastic water pitchers, WELCOME banners, note-festooned message boards, firm handshakes, hearty guffaws, setups in the hospitality suite and dark circles under the eyes. The diagnosis: an insatiable urge to meet and greet, gather and blather with one's suppliers, customers, lodge members, old friends, perfect strangers, peers, inferiors and superiors. The cure: none yet discovered...
...fever is hardly a new affliction. The most enervating, enduring and escapist of social institutions, the convention is as American as rubber chicken, as ubiquitous as revolving hotel-top restaurants, as old as the nation itself. Our more perfect union was forged at a convention (Philadelphia, 1787), divided against itself at another (Montgomery, Ala., 1861), reunited at a rather intimate one (Appomattox Courthouse, 1865) and renewed quadriennially. Long before Sinclair Lewis chronicled the fictional convention high jinks of George F. Babbitt, boobus Americanus and prototypical conventioneer, other observers dis covered our penchant for gatherings. "As soon as several Americans have...
...with Friedkin, since the cast couldn't be better. The Brink's gang is played by a bunch of lovable actors who delight in the roles of these bumbling underdogs. Heading the group is Peter Falk as the mastermind--if you can call him that--of this near-perfect heist. His criminal genius is somewhat in doubt, since the movie opens with one of his novice efforts, the burglary of a sausage factory. After much tool-dropping and other displays of incompetence, the job ends with Falk hiding in a room full of chickens, only to be hauled...