Word: stationing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...died again about ten miles past the station. This time it had water in it but wouldn't restart. The girl and I stood out on the loose gravel and hot asphalt of the road shoulder, trying to get a car to give us a push start. She had no shoes, so she stood with one foot on top of the other, danced lightly on her toes, or sat on the car. She said that it looked like there were a lot of freaks on the road-someone ought to stop pretty soon. I said that was what...
There was a common weariness in the faces of travelling people. Someone was always sleeping on one of the train station benches but no one dared to wake him: no train could be more important than a few hours' sleep if you were tired enough to fall asleep on a hard wooden bench in a cold waiting room. Travelling the slow ways taught one that time was inconsequential. Getting there would take a long time, so you found value in what happened...
...standing underneath one of those towering gas station signs you see by the highway all the time, at the eastern edge of Gallup, New Mexico, when the girl picked me up. It was about nine o'clock. Thursday morning, August 14. The girl driving the car looked about five feet tall, and she wore a leather jacket over a maroon-and-blue striped knit T-shirt, and a hemless mini-skirt made from cut-off corduroy jeans. She had a sharp face-rather pronounced cheekbones, triangular eyes, and a smail, sharp nose. Her blondish hair was uniformly short except...
...sputter. The girl repeated her dislike for it. It finally died in the middle of the desert. The upper radioator hose had a leak and the car wanted water. I flagged down a diesel driver who took me about fifteen miles to the next gas station. I bought some electrician's tape and a waterbag which I filled. After waiting quite a while. I got a ride back to the car, fixed the hose, and refilled the radiator. The car started again and ran for a while...
...want to hide something in Grand Central Station, make it big. For weeks I had been passing through New York's largest subway terminal, never noticing the large, fiberglass cubicle recently built there. Inside that plastic cage sprawls Astroflash, the enormous IBM computer which, after great financial success in Paris, has invaded America's largest city. When equipped with a subject's place and exact time of birth, the mechanical monster will spew out an "astro-psy-chological portrait" and "an astralcalendar for the coming six months," at the rate of 1100 lines a minute. Trilingual as well as speedy...