Word: porches
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Wind chimes are tinkling in the warm night breeze, and on the wraparound porch of an old Victorian house in Des Moines, Iowa, 50 Democrats--most of them early middle-aged, well-off and politically progressive--have gathered to hear Bradley. It's September, before the pundits notice Bradley's surge, so only a few national reporters are on hand. Standing near a hanging plant, Bradley's about to begin, but something's wrong. "Do we have to have the TV on?" he asks. A crew has the camera rolling, its lights in his eyes. "I'd kind of like...
...experience him. He draws the group in, using the microphone expertly, letting a rich Midwestern gruffness emerge in his voice--it's the political equivalent of a Garrison Keillor radio monologue. "There's justice that this is where the presidency begins," he says, "in a neighborhood, on a front porch, on a summer night." He likes the line so much he repeats it, rhapsodizing about "running for the highest office in the land the same way you run for mayor," and never mind that Bradley never ran for such a lowly post. He offers well-modulated, impeccably timed, quasi-mystical...
...listening tour for sweet-talking the chattering classes out of whatever Clinton fatigue they might be feeling. In one sold-out fund raiser, at the waterfront home of former Universal Studios CEO Frank Biondi in Edgartown, she took in $250,000, as her husband held court on the porch, urging everyone to join the large crowd lined up for a photo with the candidate. It's hard to know what angst he's experiencing inside, but the President is at least making a good show of being ready to step aside and take on "spouse of" status. "He eased right...
...front door. Before we knew it, five guys in backward baseball caps were waltzing the family couch down the front steps and into the truck. Mom and dad were still packing boxes; no one could find the key to the front door; and the family cat was under the porch, threatening to join the ASPCA. Moving day had arrived. The kids had seen the new house (it's nice). They had toured the new town (it's nice too). But no amount of counterfeit excitement could erase the fact that as of next week, Nathan, 11, and Marian, 9, would...
...Porch: stoep (South Africa), gallery (Caribbean...