Word: skins
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rising engine and pylon, possibly trailing yards of metal "spaghetti," apparently tore through the skin of the whig. When the engine flew off, it carried away the pumps for one of the plane's three hydraulic systems. The engine may also have cut through hydraulic lines in the front of the wing. In either case, fluid necessary to maintain pressure on controls spilled out. The leading-edge flaps that were extended from the front of the whig to supply extra lift on takeoff may have been struck and damaged by the engine. Or the lack of hydraulic pressure...
...garden hose out of a tool trunk on the carport and stretched out one end of it. Squatting, hurting, at the back of the the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots--but he had run out of bars to be kicked...
...pulled an old shirt from the brimming laundry hamper to sop up the water on his skin. Then he teetered out to the dining room table and eased himself into the heaped-up clothes he had left there. It took him five minutes to tie the shoelaces. Keys, watch, wallet. The first picture in there was his driver's license, grinning, sun-tanned from water-skiing, so long ago. He flipped the plastic. Oldest son as high school graduate, long gone, ski-bumming in Colorado, a five-minute phone call six months ago was about all. The two girls...
...hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots--but he had run out of bars to be kicked...
...pulled an old shirt from the brimming laundry hamper to sop up the water on his skin. Then he teetered out to the dining room table and eased himself into the heaped-up clothes he had left there. It took him five minutes to tie the shoelaces. Keys, watch, wallet. The first picture in there was his driver's license, grinning, sun-tanned from water-skiing, so long ago. He flipped the plastic. Oldest son as high school graduate, long gone, ski-bumming in Colorado, a five-minute phone call six months ago was about all. The two girls...