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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...women who study all week in the single-sex environment of Wellesley College--where the nearby Coffee Connection closes at 8:30 p.m. on Friday nights--the bus represents the only means of escape. With its leaky windows, pervasive smell of car exhaust, and "fuck truck" image, the bus is a frustrating but necessary ordeal that women must endure during the four years they attend school if they want to leave campus, according to passengers...

Author: By Rebecca A. Jeschke, | Title: Enduring a Boring Trip For City's Excitement | 2/26/1990 | See Source »

...students start lining up at 8:40 p.m. for the 9 p.m. bus. Standing 12 feet away, the smell of perfume fills the air. The clothes the women wear seem like nightime versions of the ones worn by the earlier bus passengers. Above-the-knees skirts have taken the place of cotton-slacks, and silver evening bags now hang where functional purses did earlier in the day. As they get on the bus, their high heeled shoes tap against the metal stairs...

Author: By Rebecca A. Jeschke, | Title: Enduring a Boring Trip For City's Excitement | 2/26/1990 | See Source »

...once reserved for Cheez Whiz -- a product, incidentally, that is undergoing a dramatic resurrection because it is so gooily microwavable. Julia Child generously calls the microwave a "wonderful invention" before adding with a sniff, "I don't go in for it myself. I like regular cooking. I like to smell the food, poke it and look...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Food: A Requiem for Grilled Cheese | 2/19/1990 | See Source »

...Normally in bad weather they circle out here but this was louder than normal. Then we heard the crash," he said, adding that through the woods "I see no flames or smoke, or smell anything...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Airplane Crashes Near Kennedy Airport | 1/26/1990 | See Source »

...college with three alarm clocks set five minutes apart from each other on opposite sides of the room. Lucky enough to get a single in my freshman year, I regularly slept through a bright-red screaming buzzer that once caused my proctor to call the fire department. The smell of coffee embedded itself in the walls. I don't remember a month of my life when I wasn't tired...

Author: By Ghita Schwarz, | Title: Sleepless Nights | 1/26/1990 | See Source »

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