Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...introduction to his latest collection, Jules Feiffer describes the slice of America the cartooned pair was meant to symbolize: "Greenwich Village make-out men, wine and cheese parties...bosses who thought it was a violation of friendship to ask for a raise, anxious fathers sand possessive mothers. Village men and women explaining themselves in an endless babble of self-interest, self-loathing, and evasion." Bernard and Huey, Feiffer expains, were "Robert Benechley heroes launched into the Age of Freud...
...high school Alison was a champion figure skater. In Mauritania there is no ice. In fact, there is very little but sand, She was told by the people who assigned her to that country that 70 percent of Mauritania bound volunteers quit in their first year. The natives are starving, disease runs rampant, and water is searce. Foliage in Mauritania is gradually disappearing under sand dunes, which are creeping across the country at a rate of several thousand feof each year. It seems strange to me that our own New England sun, which turns the fall sky ice blue, sparkles...
...going down in Mauritania. I wonder if she is thinking about home. It must seem very far away. I wonder if it seems strange to her as she lies in her mud hut in some little village as the sun finally settles, that somewhere thousands of miles across the sand and the ocean. New England is just waking up, and life goes on as usual...
...naval officer and one of those ramrod matriarchs who appeared to have walked straight from the Mayflower to Beacon Hill, young Bobby seemed to be born with sand under his skin. The man who would go to jail as a conscientious objector in World War II was a schoolboy brawler nicknamed "Cal" after the most violent of Roman emperors, Caligula...
Terror reigned on the beach. Highway blockades stopped the bus two miles from my house, and I hiked the last stretch of cold, damp sand, with my pants rolled up. The beach was thronged with people--screaming and shouting or talking in barely audible whispers. It was crowded with horses and dogs, children and mothers. On the other side of the road, the cliffs were ablaze and a strong, hot wind blew cinders and smoke, turning the palm trees into flaming torches and sending crowds scurrying to the water's edge. There were fathers looking for children, children looking...