Word: smalling
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...include David Hunter, executive director of the Stern Fund, Adam Hochschild, publisher of Mother Jones, Archibald Gillies, former director of the John Hay Whitney Foundation, and Washington businessman Stanley Weiss. For the moment, the party reports funds of about $35,000. Much of this is supposed to represent small contributions from television viewers who saw Commoner promoting the idea of a new party along with his book The Politics of Energy...
Republican presidential candidate Ronald Reagan courted union members and small businessmen in Boston yesterday, less than 24 hours after he officially announced his candidacy...
...small flourescent sign marks the upper side of a green trailor that rusts on four rotting tires: "The Taunton Sport Parachuting Center." An empty field of uncut grass stretches out from the trailor and road, stopping before a band of trees and marsh. No planes, no parachutes, no jumpers. The wind twists dust and leaves in a lonely, aimless swirl...
...plane's engine coughs and sputters, its pilot sitting at the controls with a frayed Red Sox cap and a parachute. "Let's go," he yells. The jump master arranges us in a small Cessna with flaking paint. I sit next to the pilot, my back to the controls, staring out the window of the door through which I will soon exit. I watch as the plane rumbles down the runway, lifts and spirals over the center, the lakes, the large clumps and bands of trees and the long strings of high tension wires. The master standing at the door...
...twirl twice, still no parachute. Three seconds, I plummet, forehead toward the earth. Four, my harness tears at my hips and chest, swings my feet above my head. The parachute glides above me. The earth is a gray mound, Boston glimmers on the horizon. I make out a small rectangular building surrounded by dots, a small field and then trees and lakes. The air swirls silently. A band of trees approaches but I glance once more to the parachute, the sky and the horizon. The stiff branches of the trees mesh and grow larger. I cover my face, bring...