Word: round
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Sisters, meanwhile, have joined the laity in proclaiming women's grievances. A new round of rage could occur later this year if, as expected, the Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur bow to Vatican pressure and oust Sisters Barbara Ferraro and Patricia Hussey of Charleston, W. Va. Since signing a 1984 newspaper ad, they have refused to stop advocating a pro-choice abortion stance. Chicago's Sister Margaret Traxler, who also signed that ad, intends to organize a nuns' strike if they are expelled. Says she: "It's difficult for the Pope and bishops suddenly in this day to realize...
...defiance of common sense, steering by the seats of their pants and the exquisite balance God gave such young animals. They would take the stretch of rippled pavement with whoops of joy, as if they were World War I aces plunging through the cumulus clouds over St.-Mihiel, round the corner with hardly a glance down, whish by Ord Martin's garage and then bank left for the dive downhill on the Red Baron's Flying Circus...
...later, set up his Iowa headquarters on that forgotten corner. What strange force brought a man of world renown, a fire- breathing latter-day populist, to that dot of earth, that little corner of a small town that was never witness to anything more grand than a merry-go- round, a high school band concert and an ice-cream social...
...tires from overheating under the heavy load. Ray is a careful man. He cuts carefully, loads carefully and carefully tots expenses. "It takes two-days work to pay for one blowed tire." And he blows them often, because he has to overload the truck to make the 60-mile round trip from home to woods to kiln pay. His chain saw cost $500, and he can only run it a few years before it needs replacing. He has just had to overhaul his truck's engine; that cost $1,400. "And anymore it takes $2 just to fill the chain...
Late morning. Harlem Hospital. Doris White (not her real name), 32, pulls her thin robe across her narrow, bony chest and lights a cigarette. Her dark arms are riddled with small, round scars, the hieroglyphs of chronic heroin abuse. She is here for the seventh time in two years. In 1982 she brought her four- year-old son Rashan to this same hospital. The boy was listless, losing weight; he had white spots on his lips and tongue. The boy's father, a drug addict, had recently come out of prison and was not at all well himself...