Word: saunter
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...private boxes and formal restaurants, scattered throughout the organization's two first-class horse-racing stadiums, are among the top local spots to be seen in, cozy venues where ?lite HKJC members schmooze over racks of lamb and roasted guinea fowl. Meanwhile, in the stands below, million-dollar thoroughbreds saunter around the paddock under the watchful gaze of the masses, who habitually turn up for meets in hopes of winning enough on a long shot to qualify to join the club themselves...
...fraught because you're not paying anybody. I'd say, "Show up at 6 a.m. because we have to shoot at dawn." And people would saunter in on their own time...
...seems. The accent tumbles out of bars and restaurants; crowds of Aussies with tell-tale stripes of sunblock saunter around the dusty futuristic vastness of the Olympic complex. Everyone here points out that Melbourne's Greek population makes it the third biggest Hellenic city after Athens and Thessaloniki; it seems possible that this week Athens could just pip Brisbane in the Aussie population rankings. Nowhere is more Australian than the aquatic center this first Monday of competition. From the top of the stand the view stretches back across the city, white against the dull brown hills...
...past 20 years, other Big Apple bosses have courted celebrity. Gambino-family boss John (the Dapper Don) Gotti would saunter in his $2,000 suits, bantering with TV reporters; Genovese family boss Vincent (Chin) Gigante, feigning dementia, would wander through Greenwich Village in his bathrobe and slippers. The American public, fed on spicy tales of colorful men who rose from poverty to power and used violence to defend their honor, demanded star quality in its bad guys. Gotti and Gigante provided it. The suspicion is that both men bought dangerously into the Mafia movie myth. They wanted...
...effect of our late-20th-century upbringing. We come, many of us, from a sidewalk-less, SUV-saturated suburbia that is famously inhospitable to walkers. Acquiring our cars was a rite of passage; our high schools were flanked by expanses of asphalt. Most of our walking was done at saunter, as we described long, lazy circuits of the mall. In my hometown, walking seems a dangerous eccentricity; when, at home over winter break, I walked to the end of Main Street, a high-school classmate I hadn’t seen in years pulled over to ask in concerned tones...