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...down the right-field line matches the distance down the left-field line, right-center matches left-center, and a plain green 6-ft. high fence borders the outfield all the way around. The older parks were tailored for certain kinds of hitters--Yankee Stadium's short right field porch beckoned invitingly to left-handed pull hitters, while the seemingly limitless expanse in center field was known as "Death Valley." The Anaheim style spurns these sorts of small quirks in favor of a monotonous, unimaginative, "equity...
Ehrlichman then came in. I knew that Ehrlichman was bitter because he felt very strongly he shouldn't resign. Although, he'd indicated that Haldeman should go and maybe he should stay. And I took Ehrlichman out on the porch at Aspen--you've never been to Aspen I suppose...
...onto a conveyor belt and riding into Harlan's Brookside mine. In the background Merle Travis howls--"Come all you young fellers, so young and so fine, seek not your fortunes way down in the mines." Kopple cuts abruptly to Nimrod Workman, a retired miner. Workman sits on his porch and tells about going into the mines at ten, working 18 and 20 hours a day. Once a supervisor told him not to take his mule into a dangerous part of the mine. "But what about me?" Workman asked. "We can always a hire another man," he was told...
...wealthy Muslims in the Middle Ages, but their spheres of movement, especially in their social life, are limited. Weddings are segregated by sex, although the merriment is not denied the women. They celebrate with dancing, clapping, and shrieking to live music inside, while the men sit quietly on the porch...
...hour later, Haley discovered what he wanted. "Suddenly I found myself looking down: Tom Murray, Occupation?blacksmith,' and beneath him, 'Irene, M?for Mulatto,' and their children. The youngest was Elizabeth, age six. And that really grabbed me. That was Aunt Liz. I used to sit on her front porch and play with her long gray hair. The experience galvanized me. Grandma's words became real. It wasn't that I had not believed her. You just didn't not believe Grandma. But there was something about the fact that what Grandma had been talking about was right there...