Word: sleeps
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...push to make the road race. The Costin guy encourages her, and for three weeks she starts doing 60 miles a week. Just like that. "It was a big push effort," she tells me. "I just needed to get to bed at a certain hour each day. Lots of sleep...
...whose only crime is lackluster support or outright opposition to the government. While prisoners in the re-education camps work at hard labor, the captives in the jails are kept inside a small room and are taken outside only for interrogation. "It was so crowded that you had to sleep standing up, and when I got out for a while I could not sleep lying down," Toai says. Hieu adds, "They leave very bright lights on the celling all night long to prevent you from falling asleep, and there isn't enough air to breathe--under these conditions the prisoners...
...visitor begins to sense some of the change when a bus from Wellesley, what the unrefined at Dartmouth call a "meat wagon," pulls up outside the Hanover Inn. A cute, brown-haired girl hops out of the doorway, her loosely tied sleeping bag unrolling all over her arms. "Not too optimistic, eh?" a passing male snickers, suggestively eying the bag. "Maybe," she answers lightly. But she can't quite pull it off. Between the sleeping bag and her uncertainty, a thin red blush swims up over her face. Clearly, life was easier in some ways when girls were expected...
Stories about shabby beggars who hoard secret fortunes are commonplace enough, but Eddie the Monkey Man, who died in his sleep last month at the age of 79, was unique. The son of a Jewish immigrant peddler in Pensacola, Fla., Eddie Bernstein lost both legs at the age of twelve when a train ran over him. He began riding around in a goat cart, selling newspapers. In the mid-'30s, he left the Depression-ridden South and moved to Washington, D.C., where he established himself on a wooden platform on F Street between 12th and 13th Streets. He joked...
...being their own skippers. Mrs. Johnston, 48, has lived for more than twelve years on her wooden 55-ft. sailboat, Silhouette. "I love the water," she says. "I love to get up in the morning and see the seagulls. It's a lovely sensation being rocked to sleep. It's like a continuous camping-out trip...