Word: salts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Paul; for a time they had a 20-acre farm, raising tomatoes to supplement the meager family income. Burger and his brothers would splash in the pond of a hot summer's day, or pick ripe tomatoes and wolf them down after licking the skin so that the salt would stick...
...savage bottomlands heat and a big moonfaced gunman. Grubb adds a sentence of smoky poetry to make sure everyone takes his meaning: "Uncle Doc [the gunman] was one of those humped, huge men who, beneath a cloak of paunch, are cat-swift as dainty dancers and hard as sacked salt...
...nation joined in the celebration. Fire bells pealed in San Francisco, a 100-gun salute was fired in New York, and in Philadelphia the Liberty Bell rang loudly. Today the great age of steel and steam is long past. The Promontory line, which followed the edge of the Great Salt Lake, was replaced in 1903 by a causeway that cut directly across it. The historic trackage was hauled off and melted down to help meet World War II metal shortages. Even the causeway line is now used by only one passenger train, the City of San Francisco, and the railroad...
...astronauts and the Apollo craft are indeed harboring alien organisms, the bugs could escape into the air when the hatch is opened, or be washed into the ocean while the astronauts are donning their biological suits. If the organisms are fond of oxygen or nitrogen-or thrive in salt water -they could begin to spread and multiply. Most scientists agree that the chances of life on the moon are remote, and some believe that any moon organisms would have reached the earth long ago on particles ejected from the moon during meteor impacts. If they are wrong, however, and Apollo...
...other side, opposed to the mugs, are spades, teenagers, whores and their ponces and pimps, coppers and their narks, junkies, gangsters black and white, seamen, Asians, layabouts and homosexuals. They are natives of the swinging London that no tourist sees, the ever-shifting, dodge-through-it city on a salt estuary, rich to eye and nose, whose alleys once throbbed for Defoe, whose street cries ring back to Thomas Dekker. This is the London of Colin Maclnnes, the one literary man who sings the city's cries today...