Word: rum
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...wind may have come sweeping down the plain in Oklahoma last week and--as far as the vote tally is concerned--scattered, this country's last official remnants of an earlier age when rum's first name was "Demon." But it's hard to tell just which way the wind really was blowing...
...with deadly ease. First, she caught the roving eye of General Reynaldo ("the Dog") Pérez Vega, second ranking officer in Nicaragua's notorious National Guard. Then, one night in March 1978, Astorga lured the smitten general to her home. After sending his bodyguard off to buy rum, she drew Peérez into her bedroom and disarmed him. The general undoubtedly thought he was in for a special night; he was. At that moment, five of Astorga's accomplices jumped out of hiding and slit Perez's throat from ear to ear. Her mission accomplished...
...this way Mom says you've been, well, different, since you began talking about law school. Anyway, the New York Yacht Club is helping the Grenada Yacht Club get back on its feet by sending down a five member race committee and a committee boat. The Mount Gay Rum Company is throwing a post-race party. The Rolex watch company is donating the prizes. "It's a veritable capitalist welcome-wagon...
...meantime, however, the troops cannot just sit back and sip rum punch: even when off duty, wandering the beaches in bikini swimming trunks, they carry M16s. Last Thursday, in an almost slapstick incident, Americans came under fire. Before dawn on tiny Green Island, just off Grenada, a patrolling American literally stepped on a man, who leaped up, fired a few AK-47 rounds and scrambled into a waiting motorboat with three comrades. Two of the Americans were grazed. (The week had started with a wild rumor that Soviet commandos had put ashore. Their submarine turned...
...fondly the dismantling and the sinking in the Charles of the open end uprights at last year's Game. So, as the seconds ticked off late in the fourth quarter. I made my way down the stairs of Section 24 to the endzone. Egged on by healthy doses of rum and bourbon, I gradually let my sophomoric muse--so prized by aging and increasingly senile Yale and Harvard alums--take control...