Word: roars
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...just a little bit different. Where I come from, an usher is the 80-year-old man named Ernie at the movie theater who takes my ticket and reminds me to donate spare change to cystic fibrosis research. At Shea Stadium, where the Mets have languished under the roar of LaGuardia air traffic since the 1960s, all the ushers are brittle octogenarians dressed up in cute age-appropriate Mets gear—orange bow ties and suspenders. But at Fenway, the ushers double as beefy security guards, always ready to hustle up the bleacher stairs to escort belligerent fans...
...were poor, and the gold brought money and jobs. So, day and night, in the hills above Manado, capital of Indonesia's North Sulawesi province, you can hear the noise from the processing units, the ore and water and stones and mercury sloshing and banging in steel barrels, the roar of the diesel motors turning the long lines of drums...
...Come they did. Before dawn on Tuesday, thousands of pro-Estrada supporters swarmed to the palace, bearing stones and clubs. Inside her war room, Arroyo could hear the ominous battle din: the bursts of warning gunfire, a tempest of stones thwacking police riot shields, the mob's murderous roar. Arroyo says she has an intimate knowledge of MalacaNang, having lived there as the daughter of former President Diosdado Macapagal. Therefore, she knew all the palace's secret passages and escape routes. Outside, police battled rioters for more than 12 hours. More than 100 people were injured, and at least four...
...race riots left shops and hopes in ruins. When he became General Motors' first black director in 1971, it meant persuading GM and other companies with business in South Africa to desegregate workers and pay them equally. The Lion of Zion left Philly in 1988; I first heard him roar 10 years later at a reunion sermon. The old-timers said it felt like 1968 all over again...
...Akamatsu's commanding officer, Major Shinji Furusho stands watch for the laundry truck to return from the Israeli resort town of Tiberias. Two massive, white armored personnel carriers (APC) begin their patrol beyond the gate. Manning the huge vehicles are a dozen Austrians, barking politely in German over the roar of their engines. The Austrians patrol the disengagement line between Israel and Syria. The Japanese deliver the milk. Furusho gazes up at the snow-capped ridge of Mount Hermon. "I'm an infantry officer, not a logistics man," he grins. "I have an urge to go up there on patrol...