Word: sunburnt
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...people trekking stubbornly across the landscape. He even staged mock Sophoclean dramas in the woods, written by himself. A photo from 1931 shows Adams, in a white sheet, cavorting as "the Spirit of the Itinerary" in a play entitled Exhaustos, featuring King Dehydros and a Chorus of Sunburnt Women...
Like the trailing aftermath of a tremendous fireworks display, we poured off the bus, into "Red Sox Country", already sunburnt and still cooking, consuming all our worries and frustrations in a wanderlust inferno. June and her road chum went to a bar to get drunk, the retired amateur golfers hauled themselves over to the Holiday Inn, and I was suddenly alone again, hitching up the road to the Red Sox training camp at Chain-O-Lakes Park out on Cypress Boulevard, where the Boston sportswriters were furiously clucking away at their plastic portable typewriters with half-crazed treachery written...
Tampa-before a sunburnt clump of ball fans, Mr. George Lee Anderson of Bridgewater, S. Dak., Thousand Oaks, Calif., and Cincinnati was running a workout at Redsland under a gloriously cerulean sky. Simultaneously, Anderson studied his athletes, alerted fans to fouls, signed autographs, smiled at children and interviewed himself. The night before I'd mentioned that I wanted to ask about managing the Reds. "Sparky" Anderson, a professional, anticipated my questions so well that he stayed two notebook pages ahead of me most...
Nancy stayed for a few minutes to talk to Daig O'Connell, a red-haired, sunburnt crew coach from Berkeley who goes out in the launch with Parker every day, trying to soak up what he can from the master. At the same time, he serves as a link between the inscrutable Parker and the anxious oarswomen, who try to extract what information they can from Daig...
...that the legend springs less from the frantic Fitzgeralds than from Gerald and Sara Murphy, the subjects of this immaculate essay. The first hundred pages of Tender Is the Night evoke a world nearly as lyrical as Keats' vision of embalmed darkness and sunburnt mirth, and it was a world palpably created by the Murphys. For nearly a decade, artists of all sorts enjoyed a respite from their messy lives in the company of Gerald and Sara. Picasso, Stravinsky, Hemingway, Cole Porter-all were drawn to the couple before the Fitzgeralds arrived in France...