Word: plum
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...with skull and crossbones. Starting Pitcher Steve Blass sometimes forgets he has a glove; last week he fielded two hot grounders barehanded and broke a bone. Outfielder Willie Stargell has trouble ordering in restaurants, because he speaks a language all his own: "Gospel bird" is fried chicken, and "jungle plum" is watermelon. All four Pirates are charter members of an "in" group that calls itself the Black Maxes, awards clichés-that's right, clichés-to deserving teammates. Blass, for example, is the team leader in "can't-do-it-every-days" with...
...husband bugs her bedroom, dynamites her mother, and climbs into a gorilla suit to turn her wedding party into a King Kong-sized disaster. Throughout it all, she remains radiant and ripe, a plum with aplomb that drove the critics wild...
...when the first trolleys grind across the frozen tracks and queues of workers shuffle aboard, carrying packets of bread and sausage, to head for the 23rd of August Heavy-Machinery Building Enterprise or the Snagov Cigarette Works. En route, many workers stop off for a hurried plum brandy, a hot coffee, or a fluffy pastry
...loves Broadway plays, savors his stereophonic collection of Liszt and Chopin piano concertos, relishes Italian food (favorite is shrimp marinara), sips twelve-year-old bourbon when he works at home at night. He dresses in banker-conservative clothing, favors dark suits and dark Homburgs at the office, a plum-colored smoking jacket and black leather slippers at home. When he became HHFA director, Weaver promptly moved into an urban-renewed Washington apartment ("I wanted to put my money where my mouth was"), but within a year put his money into more luxurious accommodations ($300 a month) on fashionable upper Connecticut...
...young man strikes up a conversation. Now, there's nothing to do on the Cape in the winter. I mean, I like it, it's pretty and all that, but not for a single guy, ya know what I mean? It's really dead here now. Signs advertising Beach Plum jelly (a Cape Cod speciality). Outside the town is pitch black, the old. Cape houses warm against the biting wind. As you drive out toward the highway, you see no one, not a soul. The only signs of civilization are the warm yellow lights coming from some of the houses...