Word: silents
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Richard Nixon lives quietly on Manhattan's East Side nowadays, H.R. Haldeman works for a low-profile Los Angeles real estate firm, and Deep Throat has long since fallen silent. But as the events of last week emphasized, the ghosts of Watergate still rise into the nation's headlines from time to time. In three widely varied legal actions, prominent figures from that inglorious era were exonerated, embroiled in a new scandal or re-attacked for an old one. Without even petitioning for it, two top former FBI officials won a full and unconditional pardon from President Reagan...
...what they called the bum-of-the-month tour." "You mean I'm a bum?" Ali asked. "You woulda been on the tour," Louis deadpanned. Many experts who saw both men in their prime agree that the Bomber would have whupped the Greatest. Even Ali, who remained strangely silent about Louis' death, concurs. As he tearfully told TIME last week, "Joe Louis was my inspiration. I idolized him. He wrote the book on boxing-the way he stood, the way he blocked shots was beautiful. I just give lip service to being the greatest. He was the greatest...
...sidemen, populated by such wizards as Don Cherry and Charlie Haden. "We want controlled contrast," Eicher says, and to prove it ECM has released two albums by Steve Reich that are less jazz than free-form contemporary classical, tonal experiments that sound like the air currents heard in a silent white room...
...knowledge of generations of Yankee elite. It was to their School that we outsiders decided to make our pilgrimage that December of our freshman year. It was there we would see the places described in late-night living room talks and pointed out on postcards and in alumni bulletins. Silent intruders, the two of us would taste the food that made these young men so sturdy and breathe the clean, cool air that had first tinged their cheeks a ruddy pink...
Rising high above the main building and disappearing into the overcast sky, the steeple of the school chapel kept silent watch as we parked the car in a small gravel lot protected by the leafless branches of several huge oak trees. The buildings were not large, but they were strong and old and they demanded respect. Stocky chimneys protruded at irregular intervals from the green-blue roofs, and the hard, wood doors were dark and wet from the rain...