Word: talled
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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While changing a tire near Scape Ore Swamp at 2 a.m. last June, Christopher Davis was set upon by a 7-ft.-tall scaly lizard with glowing red eyes. As Davis tells it, he jumped into his Toyota just as the creature's claws grabbed the door handle. Swerving left and right, the 17-year-old boy managed to shake the beast off. He shared his story with a few friends in nearby Bishopville. Then last month Mary Way reported that her Ford LTD was scratched and clawed near the swamp. Sheriff's deputies initially tied the two events together...
Josh has just successfully passed one milestone in the process: his freshman year of high school. His still boyish face is framed by a square- edged haircut. Josh has always been small for his age. That bothers him but does not slow him down. Barely 5 ft. tall, he competes in a sport of giants: his ambidextrous dribbling helped him become starting point guard on the ninth-grade basketball team at Belmont High School in suburban Boston...
...M.B.A.s sit at their terminals poring over electronic spreadsheets. But at 525 Executive Boulevard, a more exciting menu is on call. Instead of crunching numbers, a group of men and women crunch on praline, and instead of computer screens, they stare into oven windows. A thin figure in a tall toque waves a blade. "All the time be rocking the knife," he says with a Germanic accent to an intent group of onlookers. "Never slice almonds. Rock, rock...
Travis is the ideal -- indeed, the pluperfect -- symbol for this accidental movement, the soft-spoken, tall-sitting, sweet-singing eye of a most congenial storm. "People think country music is related to a bunch of rednecks drinking beer and fighting," he reflects, with the pleasing tang of a North Carolina accent. "They think it's all songs about drinking and cheating. But it covers a lot bigger area than that, you know." He pauses, as if taking a survey of the acreage he is trying to describe. Then, after a minute, there is a shrug and a simple, smiling, "Covers...
...delighted to read that my favorite ball club, New York's own Mets, had won yesterday, defeating Chicago's Ursa Minor (sorry, Cubs) in a thrill-packed game. Once again, the winning run had been driven in by Darryl Strawberry. To those without mythic insight, Strawberry is just a tall, moody rightfielder who wallops long, high-arcing home runs. To me, though, Darryl seemed like the incarnation of . . . of . . . of Nyamia Ama, the all-powerful storm god of Senegal. Nyamia Ama is said to be somewhat remote and invisible. (Well, sometimes Strawberry doesn't like interviews either...