Word: stowing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...skiing at Stow Carnival...
Robert Brown, 42, Stow, Mass., international marketing director for the Boston Scientific Corp., a medical equipment company. An ex-Marine captain thrice decorated during Viet Nam duty, Brown was kicked in the face by one of the hijackers. The blow broke a blood vessel in his left eye that took eight days to heal. Later, Brown and three other captives were locked up for days in an underground room, 20 ft. square, which he believes was a command bunker. Brown, who kept a diary on folded white paper, got to be known as "the Coach" by his fellow hostages because...
...response was the New England Japanese Center, which she runs out of her home in Stow, Mass. Along with the seminars, the center offers services ranging from translation and language instruction to private lessons in Japanese manners, which Atsumi gives in a den outfitted as a traditional Japanese sitting room. Clients who prefer to let someone else do the deal making can also turn to Atsumi for help. For a fee ranging from $100 an hour to a 10% commission, she will negotiate contracts with Japanese companies herself...
...hellish months during 1982 and 1983, in five Massachusetts counties, 163 buildings were burned, all of them at night. Almost no type of structure was spared: churches, factories, restaurants, a Marine Corps barracks and even the Massachusetts Fire Academy in Stow. The fires were set deliberately, and earned Boston, where most of the burnings occurred, the title of Arson Capital of the U.S. Baffled city officials said "anything" might be behind the mysterious torchings. Last week, after a two-year investigation, a federal grand jury indicted seven arson suspects, including two fire fighters and two housing policemen. Their alleged motive...
...first sign that the end is drawing nigh occurs when a perfectly normal and respectable young woman (Sigourney Weaver) opens her refrigerator door to stow the celery. Instead of confronting yesterday's quiche, she finds herself face to face with the hound of hell, all red-eyed and snappish, with a dreamscape hinting of unspeakable mysteries stretching out behind him. It is here that the film begins to transcend the generic limits of the annual summer giggle fit for the old Saturday Night Live crowd...