Word: stooled
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Eventually, The Doctor returned to his stool to begin eating his food while I left with Karl. It was then that I realized two things. The first is that to philosophize would be a mistake because the different people in the Tasty are much more interesting than I am; and second that a coffee regular has cream and sugar, (not just cream, which is the way I drink it.) In those two ways my perspective on life had been widened...
...bring about this kind of crossover, but it's a hard job that has frustrated such gifted performers as John Prine and Joe Ely. Still, Earle has strong qualifications. He can sing Springsteen's spooky, poignant State Trooper and make it his own. He looks like the guy one stool over at the truck stop, with a Peterbilt cap and a waistline that has seen a little too much barbecue, but he reads Faulkner, Steinbeck and Hemingway and points out that "you can't write if you don't read...
...Lovers, all the movement is in nature. Sunlight and a breeze rush in through the window; a leaf has just sailed past the sill and stops for a moment to have its picture taken. Helga is perched on a stool, her body erect, her fingers splayed under her haunches, her head averted toward her shadow on the wall, or toward an unseen lover. The work's title teases meaning out of enigma. Who are the lovers? Helga and the unseen figure? The model and her shadow? The artist and his model...
...killer who seemed to be losing his nerve after years of firefights in the shattered city, took back the grenade and proceeded to place it between the legs of a Lebanese official sitting on a barstool. As he laughed, the unsuspecting fellow spilled his drink, then fell off the stool. "The barman closed up early," wrote Blanche. "Grenades are bad for business...
...time for foliage. Verbonich and his wife Linda spend most of the weekend contemplating fruit: the cherries, oranges, plums and lemons, plus elusive sevens, spinning behind the windows of their slot machines. Linda's hands work absently at the change bucket. She feeds the machine, lifts herself off the stool a bit to grasp the handle, and settles back with her weight on it, like a factory worker heaving open a start-up lever of a large turbine engine. Then, with the lights reflecting in her eyeglasses, she bounces up and down, patting the side of the machine and saying...