Word: port
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Towline Rarts. The storm got worse. At 3 a.m., now less than 55 miles from port, Carlsen and Dancy were awakened by a blast from the Turmoil's siren. The towline had snapped. Aboard the Turmoil, an engineer heard the cable "racing [in] on us as if it was being pulled by elastic. I had to turn away, like in the movies when you don't want others to know you're crying...
Then U.S. technical officers got down to the real purpose of their visit: to inspect Spanish port facilities. The Sixth Fleet has no real home in the Mediterranean. It wanders from Gibraltar to Suez, usually refueling at sea. U.S. admirals are dissatisfied with their allies' bases: Naples, the fleet's present headquarters, is too close to Russian bomber bases in the Balkans; Gibraltar and Malta are too small and too crowded...
...modern bandeirantes began to roll in 1867, when the British built a railroad up the beetling cliffs between Sáo Paulo and the port of Santos. A coffee boom followed, and for 50 years or so, coffee was the life blood of Sáo Paulo. The state of Sáo Paulo still has more than a billion coffee trees, one-fourth of the world's total, but its coffee land is playing out; the nearest big plantation is now two hours' drive from the capital...
...Littauer scholarship. Just as soon as he left Harvard a year later, the Navy grabbed him and sent him back--this time to "play soldier" and learn military administration. By the time he finally received a chance to go back to Washington--after four years of work as Port Liaison Officer of Yokohama--his attitude on the academic life had changed. Staying in the Capital only long enough to get credit on his Civil Service rating for the four years in service, he returned to Harvard as a teaching fellow...
...early afternoon, with the storm still rising and his ship sodden under his feet, Captain Carlsen sent an SOS: ENCOUNTERING SEVERE HURRICANE . . . SITUATION GRAVE . . . HAVE 30 DEGREE LIST AND JUST DRIFTING . . . At nightfall things got worse; the pig iron in the holds shifted and the ship rolled to port again as if she were going completely over. She hung, listing now at 60 degrees; at times the deck was almost perpendicular. The captain clawed his way among his ten passengers (five women, a boy, four men) with a bottle of brandy, reassured them, had them covered with blankets as they...