Word: talled
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...white temple it is always quiet. No lobbyists or reporters hover about the paneled chambers; tall bronze gates seal off the cool marble passageways from the public. The black-robed Justices emerge onto the high bench only to hear the arguments of deferential lawyers, and then vanish again behind a thick velvet curtain. They deliberate in secret, insulated and remote from the hurly-burly of American politics...
...eleven months, the former Air Force colonel and longtime adventurer once jumped out of a balloon at 102,000 ft. to free fall 16 miles, the highest parachute jump and the longest free fall ever. For his transatlantic antic, Kittinger took off from Caribou, Me., in a ten-story-tall helium-filled balloon named Rosie O'Grady's. He made landfall three nights later at Capbreton, France, but decided against a descent in the dark. The following afternoon, with ballast low and a storm approaching, he and Rosie were finally ready to settle down near Savona, Italy...
...fifth congressional district looks something like a pserodactyl. Its tall stretches out to Wess Townsend, the westernmost Lincoln in Middlesex County, the body takes contains the affident, liberal heartland of Concern, Weston, Lincoln and Sudbury and the booming high tech area around Route 128 and Interstate 495. To the north, Lowell and Lawrence, two mill towns trying to stage comebacks stick out like a clumsy head...
Open with the upbeat scene of Ronald Reagan standing tall in bright California sunshine before almost 50,000 true believers. Balloons float, flags wave, optimism abounds. "You ain't seen nothing yet," declares the President. "Four more years!" the crowd roars. "You talked me into it!" chortles Reagan, pink cheeks glowing, head bobbing happily...
...that he seemed possessed of darkling forces. A chimney-high pompadour. Eye shadow, for God's sake, in 1956. Piano-jumping, speaker-climbing stunts onstage, along with dancing that was camp enough to get anyone busted in a back alley. Songs that sounded like nonsense (Tutti Frutti, Long Tall Sally, Slippin 'and Slidin ') but whose beat seemed to hint of unearthly pleasures centered somewhere between the gut and the gutter. Ooh! My soul...