Word: shirt
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...candy. His conversation is frank, unaffected, headlong. "When I'm on the air, I'm happy," he says, relaxing in his mirrored office on the Paramount lot, a muted TV set overhead tuned in to MTV. He is dressed in his typical off-hours duds: baseball cap, Reebok T shirt and unlaced sneakers. "I was born to do this. When I'm in the spotlight, I'm gone. I love it more than anything in the world. When everyone is barking and screaming, it's the best feeling I've ever felt, like a three- point jumper with one second...
...lose some money this weekend? Try betting on the Princeton field hockey team, which brings a 2-2 Ivy League record into [Saturday's] game with Harvard."--M.D.S. in the Eclectic Notebook last week before the Tigers upset Harvard, 2-1, in overtime. Looks like he lost his shirt again...
...They should have the plastic surgeons postpone it for a week and let people get over this earthquake. I'm still shaking from this quake," said Keith Holyfield, 28, an unemployed man in a stained shirt and tattered green-and-yellow Oakland Athletics' cap who waited outside the Moscone Center on yesterday...
...standards in a routine fashion for years, stitching the songs together with chipper- inane prattle as featureless as his musicianship. He's just a guy supporting his offscreen wife, kids and mortgage in a way he finds more congenial than, say, selling aluminum siding. Banality is a hair shirt for Jack. His life is all squalid improvisation and silent disgust at tinkling out "piano stylings." He knows better, and he might do better, as a jazzman...
...themselves knocking knees with their dinner companions. No matter. They have come from around the world -- Japan, Italy, France, Scandinavia, South America -- to savor this moment. The random babel of a hundred conversations suddenly turns into an excited murmur as a sandy-haired man in an open-necked white shirt and corduroy trousers saunters in and heads for an empty table. He nonchalantly opens a tattered case and removes, then hooks together, the sections of an antique clarinet. Peering through his familiar black-rimmed glasses, he hops up onto the bandstand and takes his usual seat next to the piano...