Word: sidewalk
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...book, The Greening of America (currently churning off the Random House presses at a rate of 15,000 a week), that the machinery of Corporate America is destroying itself and that we should all await with him the inevitable emergence--like grass through the cracks in the sidewalk--of a new Consciousness of love, blue jeans and rock music, a Consciousness III. Says the Times: "Youth culture has gotten its very own Norman Vincent Peale." They were not referring to William Sloan Coffin, Yale's famous Radical Chaplain...
...This posthumous volume of fers some vital clues, among them a letter to an editor: "A long time ago when I was writing for pulps I put into a story a line li ke 'He got out of the car and walked across the sun-drenched sidewalk until the shadow of the awning over the entrance fell across his face like the touch of cool water.' They took it out when they published the story. Their readers didn't appreciate this sort of thing: just held up the action. And I set out to prove them wrong...
...Adele Lojko, 59, the eight steps leading from the sidewalk to the front door of her suburban Boston home were a barrier as forbidding as the Great Wall of China. Often confined to a wheelchair with severe rheumatoid arthritis, she had to be carried up and down the steps. But now, after many years of needing assistance whenever she came or left, Mrs. Lojko proudly navigates that once insurmountable hurdle by herself, needing only a cane...
...bulldozers raged, we fell in love with buildings we had never noticed. We now look fondly on cobblestone pavements, miniparks, Victorian lampposts, benches, fountains, sidewalk cafés, pushcarts and street artists. Preservation of the past in planning for the future seems to dominate urban design...
...little further down Brattle, tucked in The Gap's store front, a large gathering clots this otherwise fluid urban scene. Facing those who till the sidewalk and spill into the street, a burly, bearded man clad in a tuxedo jacket, narrow pink tie and baggy army fatigues finishes the Motown milestone "My Girl." An elderly gentleman steps forward and drops a bill into the open guitar case. "We should all learn from this man tonight," bellows the musician, mocking the voice of Sunday morning TV-gospel preachers. The crowd laughs, and some swell toward the case appreciatively. The guitarist asks...