Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Artsmart sells artistic items such as sand-blasted glass vases, candle holders made from nails and multicolored decorative eggs...
...reports from Navarre Beach, a barrier island about 20 miles east of Pensacola in the area that bore the full force of Hurricane Opal. "There are chunks of asphalt everywhere, a car 200 yards offshore, huge tower cranes twisted like toys, upside-down semi rigs just lying in the sand. Whole buildings are either destroyed and atomized into chunks no bigger than a yard across. In one case, a house had been taken up and thrown 50 yards into the air." Some residents are now returning to the remains of their homes after Opal smashed through, killing 18 people...
...historic gold-rush country of Northern California, Lovetta Pyle has struck a vein of woe. Shortly after moving to the town of Sutter Creek, she learned that the gray "sand" that whole neighborhoods sit on is actually mine tailings, the grit left over after gold has been extracted from the ground. In those tailings is a toxic byproduct of the mining process: arsenic, in concentrations up to 50 times higher than the level deemed safe by the government. Now Pyle finds that her house is virtually worthless; no one will buy it, and no bank will write a mortgage...
...valid stories of the burdens of regulations gone awry. But this year the Republican majority has filled the Capitol with stories of absurd excesses, many of them apocryphal. According to one bogus story, the Federal Government requires buckets to leak so children won't drown in them. Another says sand has been ruled a toxic substance. Nevertheless, myth and personal anecdote are powerful weapons...
...jumped to the ground, looked around and felt as if I had been propelled backward in time. Shimmering in the heat of the sun was an earth-and-wood fortress ringed by pillboxes. But for the greenness, A Shau had a French Foreign Legion quality, Beau Geste without the sand. I stood there asking myself the question I am sure Roman legionnaires must have asked in Gaul-What the hell am I doing here...