Word: piers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Santa Monica Holiday Inn sits about a hundred yards from the beach at the Santa Monica Pier. On Saturday night, the Fourth of July, thousands of people poured onto the pier to watch fireworks. The Santa Monica pier is a boardwalk nearly a half-mile long lined with your usual Coney Island-style attractions--greasy food, greasy arcades, greasy drunks. But on the fourth, thousands of people of all ages streamed across a narrow bridge and onto the pier. The whole town was electrified by the screaming voices of Southern Californian maniacs. It was like all the crazy things...
...Thursday the Nimitz steamed into Norfolk, its home port. At the pier the crew was met by a throng of kin and well-wishers. By Saturday the carrier, checked and scrubbed, was back on regular duty; its Caribbean training cruise had been delayed just three days...
...stories high. The resulting slabs are sliced into smaller pieces, called stones, with circular saws that have diamond cutting edges. Then all the stones go to the banking shop, where apprentices, working at waist-high tables, shape them into basic cathedral building blocks (ashlars), cornerstones (quoins) and structural supports (pier stones...
...beat Jamieson is D'Ellis Kincanon, 25. Part Chickasaw Indian and wiry as a heather bush, Kincanon can tap stone all day on a pint of yogurt. His face is ecstatic, like a Sufi mystic's, as he finishes off a pier stone. "Everything works in sacred harmony," he says, but adds that he has never worked under such competitive conditions. "Already we're doing senior apprentice work. Bambridge is pushing us for all we are worth...
...dying and dearly wished to be laid to rest in the cathedral. The bishop haltingly explained such hallowed ground was not for masons' wives. Some weeks later his lordship politely inquired where the mason had buried his wife. "There," said the mason, pointing to a freshly set pier stone. He had mixed her ashes in the mortar. "You are very rare and precious to God," the bishop humbly replied. -By James Wilde