Word: swigged
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...town Americans. With a roving eye for bawdy detail, Spyker (pseudonym for Poet and Novelist Richard Elman) compresses each life into a tidy epiphany; an individual is captured with an anecdote or gesture, an eccentricity or epitaph. Judge Fury collected wives and knives; "P.C.B." Terry, who once took a swig of that carcinogenic chemical, spent the rest of his life growing tomatoes that no one else dares to eat. Hypolite Hargrove made a small fortune concocting cocaine-spiked fruit drinks savored by Mark Twain and Jenny Lind...
...youths and leftover hippies who founded sunset watching on the dock as a communal mystical experience a decade ago. The easy movers are now more likely to spend the twilight hours at Captain Tony's bar, where Tony Tarracino holds court for his hirsute flock. The more elite swig Key lime daiquiris on the deck of the Beach Club bar at the nearby Pier House hotel. Down the street, at the Monster, the classy gay hangout, purple-shirted young men drink amid the rooftop's tropical foliage...
...hockey team called the Barons stopped paying its players. Melvin Swig, the president of the Barons, pleaded the club's poverty, which was an honest plea as Mr. Swig stated it. The Barons were not drawing in their home arena near Cleveland. Mr. Swig, however, resides in San Francisco. There his family prospers in real estate and owns the glorious and expensive Fairmont Hotel...
...guys won't skate for free," said Bob Stewart, a husky defenseman who runs the Cleveland chapter of the Professional Hockey Players Association. In effect, Mel Swig shrugged. He hadn't bought the Cleveland Barons, anyway. He'd bought the California Golden Seals. When they didn't draw, he had to move them to Cleveland, and now the Seals-Barons still weren't drawing and a moving company was looking for $70,000-and that wasn't in the Cleveland till either. I mean, it was fun owning a hockey team, but this...
Clement, who likes to swig iced tea from a Mason jar, attacked the offering of 123 different courses at Eagle Point High. He cited such "frills" as horticulture and jewelry making. Said he: "My boy can't read too good, not much better than me. They let him do what he wants and don't make him learn what he should. I hate to close the school, but we got to make them listen...