Word: rides
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...collective memory is often short-lived, and we have to keep reminding ourselves that today's economic euphoria tends to anesthetize any trace of yesterday's lugubriousness. Also, vice verse. Certain kinds of institutions, however--and especially universities--cannot exist or thrive if they allow themselves to ride too closely the ups and downs of every minor or major boom or bust...
Americans were innocent, in the '50s, we are often told. In the '50s, nice women like Donna Reed waited for their honest, hard-working husbands in modest homes on safe, tree-lines street. Their children learned to ride their bicycles and played games with the neighbor's kids--even after sunset. Trouble lay just under the surface, of course: people had to confront racism, McCarthyism and sexism; they built bomb shelters and thought about the Cold War. For the most part, though, these things remained submerged...
...sprint" triathlon requires only a quarter-mile swim, eight-mile bike ride, and a three-mile run. The "sprint" took Hancock only 40 minutes of continuous high intensity exercise to complete...
Shortly after his first success, Hancock began training for competition in full triathlons. Arguably the most grueling of all competitions, the triathlon combines a one-mile swim, a 26-mile bike ride, and a six-mile...
...songwriting: character sketches, Ozark melodramas and, for the female singers, three-minute nervous breakdowns. Berg, 34, works expertly in all these genres and, like a backwoods Bruegel, portrays solitary figures going down in flames in teeming small-town landscapes. She peoples her sorority with the hopeful (Along for the Ride), the horny (Back in the Saddle--just try not to sing along) and a fine assortment of wistful waitresses. They commandeer the later songs on the album (Good Ol' Girl, If I Were an Angel, The Resurrection), toying with desperation, coming home to make peace with family and failure. They...