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...would violate the state-dictated traffic pattern and risk the loss of a $1 million highway subsidy. Richard Baker of Newark, Ohio, who used to sell and service electronic equipment, has winkled out enough economic development grants from Washington to refurbish his downtown. With some relish he tells about his chess game against the feds. Washington at first demanded that contractors on two projects have at least 10% minority employment on each job-a problem in Newark because the city's 47,000 population is only 1.4% black. Baker persuaded the feds that for the purposes of affirmative action...
WHEN HARVARD SQUARE was looted and rioted at the turn of the last decade, the first buildings to go were the boutiques and the banks. They smashed out all the plate glass windows, threw Molotov cocktails, and took particular relish in destroying those fashionable, hip boutiques...
...heat or the humidity. They, too, have instincts. If any of these people had instincts, they would find a place where they don't have to struggle with the heat and the humidity (or either one of the two), they would find a place where they can relish both...
...only relish these vacant people ever find is on their hot dogs, and this is what real beach bums call "beach bummers." Daytona Beach knows it well. They have a highway flowing right through the middle of Daytona Beach, it goes all the way to route 95, a cavalcade of yellow, scarlet, pink and sublime green cars. No maroon volvos here--just bright Corvettes, and bright Mustangs, and bright Sun Bugs, and bright Trans Ams. And hot dog stands. Most of the hot dog stands on Daytona Beach have American flags and mustard and relish, enough mustard and relish...
...film, when a militant hippie motorcycle gang invades the shopping mall disrupting our heroes' idyllic existence and attempting to steal merchandise, we root for the zombies to eat them. When this low-life scum begins to dispatch zombies with startling efficiency and even more startling relish, we think "God damn sadists," and then: "Wait a minute--weren't we cheering this before? Weren't we getting the same kick out of vicariously mauling zombies? Are we any better than this low-life scum? Hmmm..." That's called, "the shock of recognition" and I'm amazed to be writing about...