Word: truckful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...darkest Russia, none of it convincingly in focus. In New Hampshire, for instance, Author Hyde has the Soviet bad guys, who are driving a small runabout, stop off at a farm to pick up a cord of wood, a quantity that would founder anything short of a sizable truck. Soviet village scenes do not seem any more real. The book's most enduring enigma is why, having equipped his tale with the scaffolding of romance, Hyde keeps his reunited lovers separate for all but a few exceedingly decorous pages...
Forget Pac-Man. The latest pastime is more explosive than any video game. For only $10, housewives, accountants or truck drivers at the Bullet Stop in suburban Atlanta rent automatic weapons like UZI submachine guns and blast away with live ammo ($10.75 to $12.75 per box of 50 shells) on twelve carefully supervised shooting lanes. The targets: old bowling pins and combat-training silhouettes. "We get a lot of Rambo types," says Owner Paul LaVista, 38. "But mostly attorneys, airline pilots and doctors. They're big-time spenders." LaVista, who is working on franchising his smashing idea, claims that...
...workers most in demand since the 1970s have been secretaries. In the next ten years, the economy will need 800,000 custodians and 425,000 truck drivers...
...great, it's great, we are going home," one of the Americans called out to journalists. The TWA pilot, Captain John Testrake, shook hands with some Lebanese bystanders and then climbed into the lead Red Cross car. The convoy was headed by a Lebanese Army truck with an antiaircraft gun, and there were others mounted with heavy machine guns. Shortly before beginning their 3 1/2-hour drive to Damascus, the Americans were given flowers, farewell tokens from their captors. Reporters were kept away by militiamen, who fired shots into the air and rolled unprimed grenades toward the startled newsmen...
Manuel Martins Simtoes had been a truck driver in Lisbon, but when he got to Newark in 1974, he worked on a construction gang during the week and waited on tables weekends. Eventually, he saved enough money to buy a restaurant. "The building was really broken down and dirty," Simoes says, "but my wife and I rebuilt the whole thing and put in a private dining room and a barbecue in the back." After seven years, he sold the place for a $185,000 profit and returned to Lisbon to set himself and his brother up in business and live...