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...befits a precocious seven-year-old company, the workers at Sun Microsystems enjoy a good prank. On April Fools' Day last year they turned the office of their 34-year-old chairman, Scott McNealy, into a putting green with authentic sod. This year they wrapped their headquarters building in Mountain View, Calif., with a layer of plastic wrap...
...bogs and burned for heat and in cooking. The Irish Turf Board said last week that sometime this fall it aims to start selling briquettes of the material -- packed in shamrock-adorned cardboard boxes containing twelve lbs. each -- in U.S. supermarkets. Ireland's peat harvesters hope the carton of sod will be a popular souvenir item among the 44 million Americans of Irish descent. John Foley, the Turf Board's marketing manager, envisions Americans burning peat on Christmas and St. Patrick's Day. Says he: "There is a market in the U.S., but not as an everyday product." Since...
...transformed into shimmering, seven-foot walls of ice in the Quad as part of a landscape art project. This was one of three such projects that tried to turn the newly-remodeled greensward into a postmodern palette. One artist threatened to tiger-stripe the lawn with strips of orange sod, but angry Quadlings forced her to content herself with some white lime lines that made the Quad into an airplane runway...
...Administrative Director of Operations Thomas E. Vautin, who assists in the organization, the compound is actually hydroseed--a mixture of grass seed, fertilizer, and pesticide. Though seeding is sufficient for most of the Yard and the houses, much-traveled spots like the lawn in front of Lamont Library require sod, which is more expensive, Vautin says...
...groin. When baseball stardom eluded Francis, he tried being a husband to Annie -- best kisser in Albany -- and a father to Billy and Peg. That didn't work out either, so he hit the road and fell into the arms of Helen Archer, a singer who became a sod. There was some trouble with the law too: that scab he had killed, and a life on the run that has finally slowed to a stumble. Now Francis is an alcoholic hobo on the sad side of 50. He wanders the Albany streets on a Halloween night in 1938, cadging free...