Word: rangingly
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...star-studded conference, following his personal invitation with that phone call, Mrs. Bush will announce a public-private partnership that will fund equipment to help bring clean water to Africa, starting in the sub-Sahara and then expanding to other regions. She and a group of women entrepreneurs rang the closing bell at the stock exchange, which she said was "really fun." Back in Washington, McCain and the International Republican Institute will salute her as an advocate of freedom for her work promoting education and literacy...
...Meanwhile, the family of hostage Regev, 26, a law student who enjoys coaching soccer, waits for news of their son from the Israeli authorities. It has been a while since the phone rang. "When they have information, they tell us," says Eldad's older brother. "Right now they have none. Since they were captured, we have heard nothing about their condition. We don't know if they are hurt. We are pleading with everybody to give us some sign of life...
...going to wear on the plane, and I changed my outfit three times." I was 26, and I found that being that excited about something that was so commonplace was kind of engaging. That kind of spirit becomes Ed Grimley [on Saturday Night Live]. If the phone rang, before he answered it, he'd turn to the camera and say, "Gee, I love the phone. There's always such a sense of mystery." It's the ultimate glass-half-full approach...
...most nights of the year, this stretch of country road is only a flat place in the dark. But for a few nights in late summer 2003, it blazed in neon, smelled like smoked sausage, spun sugar and blue-ribbon hogs and rang with screams of people who had bought a ticket to be scared. They rode the Tilt-A-Whirl, browsed tents of prizewinning fruit preserves and lined up for the cute-baby contest, and if there is such a thing as a time machine on earth, it must be powered by the Ferris wheel at the Wirt County...
...back in 1988,the same year I read Tom Wolfe's Bonfire of the Vanities, a truthful book about the hard social and political realities of New York. I read most of it "on site" in my call room at Harlem Hospital. One night, the phone in that room rang and I was told to come down to the Emergency Room fast. They had a 16-year-old boy there who was bleeding to death; his leg had been run over by a subway train. He was, the voice said before hanging up, a token sucker...