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...stood there, I noticed the face of a baby printed on the front of the saleswoman's yellow T-shirt. It was a big green baby face that stood out under her long brown hair...

Author: By Hope T.scott, | Title: The Cheesecake Cherub | 11/23/1974 | See Source »

...resolved in a rush of emotion. The audience reached its climax with the first couple of verses and instantly, everyone stood up on his or her seats. The spots fell down upon the main mike next to which stood an emaciated Lou Reed, clad in a sleeveless black T-shirt and worn-out jeans. In addition, his almost platinum-bleached hair and coal-black sunglasses lent him an ominous air, the total embodiment of all Reed has ever represented...

Author: By John Porter, | Title: All That Glitters... | 10/11/1974 | See Source »

...honesty. What's more, I was talking the other day to a steelworker in Indianapolis. He had to talk loudly because of the noise of the steaming blast furnaces that were spewing forth their glaring sparks a few yards away. He had very heavy eyebrows, and the T-shirt covering his thick chest was soiled with sweat. "You know," he said, "this guy Ford is real candid...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: Honeymooning With the Bathrobed Man | 8/16/1974 | See Source »

...until I heard about some of his midnight rides on the black bike to cities around the state. I never asked him about them, but during the course of my visit he would talk every now and then about night trips at 100 mph in his T-shirt in the rain to places like Jacksonville and Tampa and Cocoa. One time he said he was stopped by a state trooper on the interstate. "I didn't think he could see me in the rain," said Kenny, "but I couldn't outrun him so I pulled over. I had been runnin...

Author: By Timothy Carlson, | Title: A Midnight Rider and the Flyin' Florida Omelet | 4/22/1974 | See Source »

...grim station urges its readers to buy TV Guide. Concrete storage vats rise from the roof of the Interstate Container Corporation. A woman dressed in black slacks and wearing a felt hat walks her dog on a residential street. She watches as a burly man in a light T-shirt walks slowly on the other side of the street and enters a liquor store. She shakes her head with contempt and pulls her dog by the leash. "Come now, Pearl, we must move on," she says in a high voice...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: All Aboard for Boston | 4/19/1974 | See Source »

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