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...That's your river," the driver of the pick-up that had picked me up said, angling his head toward the silver glimmer amongst the roadside trees. "Haack sthu!" He dappled the road with a jowlful of juice from his Day's Work chewing tobacco. He had been a psychiatric social worker in Pennsylvania, he told me, consumed by a love affair with the Smoky Mountains, so when he retired he moved south to settle in the hills and woods of western North Carolina. He was a strange one, this pick-up trucker with long white hair and a stringy...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sliding Rock'n'Roll | 7/9/1976 | See Source »

...smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, with maybe a tinge of reefer wafting up from a distant corner, and there's always puke on the floor, it seems. And out in every parking lot is a half-crazed drunken fool loading a pistol in a half-paid-for pick-up truck...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Brand New Country Star | 4/10/1976 | See Source »

...races were going off moments after speed-skating contests ended, and hockey games followed each other at a furious clip. Traffic jams congealed around the competition sites, and some fans retreated to their hotels to watch the Games on TV. At night, hotel bars became the scene of pick-up Olympics. "This is mad," said one American girl at the Holiday Inn. "I might as well have stayed at a singles bar in New York...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Stealing the Show in Innsbruck | 2/23/1976 | See Source »

...wish to compete at the intercollegiate level (and have the necessary ability), secondly all those who wish to compete at an organized intramural level, and leave to the bottom of the ladder all those who would like to be able to go for an occasional swim or play a pick-up game of basketball...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: PARTICIPATION FOR ALL ATHLETES | 12/10/1975 | See Source »

...dealings elsewhere. This was no ride, it was an insult. The line in front of me wasn't dwindling, but I had a prime position, a stoplight, and before the red porsche was on to the interstate, I had a back seat lounge in a home-fabricated roofed-in pick...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: Riding on the Blacktop Rivers | 5/28/1975 | See Source »

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