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Word: touche (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...newfound hands, porcupining from the inside as they regained feeling, reached up to touch a nose that had been smashed against his cheekbone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...that at Christmas in Louisiana. They mounted bottle rocket wars in shopping center parking lots after midnight. Old times. Then the new year was on them and they left. New safety nets kept sliding underneath them: friends typed their theses, roommates fronted them money, parents kept in touch, old comrades offered them jobs. New ties that bind, in place of a home. When you're young, you're always making it, there's always time...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...newfound hands, porcupining from the inside as they regained feeling, reached up to touch a nose that had been smashed against his cheek-bone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/5/1979 | See Source »

...that at Christmas in Louisiana. They mounted bottle rocket wars in shopping center parking lots after midnight. Old times. Then the new year was on them and they left. New safety nets kept sliding underneath them: friends typed their theses, roommates fronted them money, parents kept in touch, old comrades offered them jobs. New ties that bind, in place of a home. When you're young, you're always making it, there's always time...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/5/1979 | See Source »

...began a humor column for the paper in 1973. Since then he has proposed establishment of a home for wed mothers and called for an Anti-Turkey Roll League to slow the advance of that luncheon meat. Like Baker, Nachman has begun to avoid politics. "It doesn't touch people's lives like dealing with the phone company does," he explains. "In the real world, people go for weeks without thinking of Jimmy Carter. As a humor columnist, I wish there were a new President every six months...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: Notes from the Academy | 6/4/1979 | See Source »

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