Word: stubbed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...here I am, secretly agreeing with her, wondering how I got lucky enough to have no one sitting in front of me (someone had a ticket and didn't come?), waiting for the first blast of John Williams' music, thinking that I have to save the ticket stub. Realizing that I am slightly pathetic. Not really caring...
Yesterday I received my Senior Gift donation stub in the mail. Scribbled across the paper was a handwritten thank-you note from one of the coordinators, a classmate I've never met. Usually, heartfelt sentiments from strangers strike me as phony or bizarre, but I found the note touching. Although we don't know one another, this senior and I share something unique: a Harvard education. On those grounds, the familiarity of a handwritten note is transformed from presumptuous to warm and friendly...
...going out for coffee" or "drinking coffee." So when the government decided to spend $250,000 on caffeinated-gum research, I was thrilled. Instead of money wasted on defense (Hello? We haven't been invaded since 1812) or that unfinished FICA project I keep reading about on my pay stub, this would help someone with a real problem. Soon I too could awake groggy and cranky, pull out a couple of sticks of gum, read the paper and then deal with the wife and kids. As I saw it, caffeinated gum research could get me a wife and kids...
...smell of blue cigar smoke wafted through the air. He wore a black Atlanta Falcons jacket, a light straw hat, and clenched the stub of said cigar in his teeth. A curious crowd of locals, tourists and onlookers gathered round the well-worn chess board in silence. Hands moved lighting-fast to place pieces and then tap down the time clock...
...advice to anyone who was in the stands when David Wells pitched his perfect game for the New York Yankees last week is simple: Have your ticket stub notarized. Otherwise, nobody is going to believe you. I speak as someone who was there when Carl DeRose pitched his perfect game for the Kansas City Blues of the American Association in 1947. Yes, I was. Really...