Word: truckful
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...compared rent control to the proposedbuilding expansion of the Stop and Shopsupermarket, which also generated controversy. Thegroup adopted a moderate, low-key stance,supporting the expansion but urging the city torestrict the truck traffic on Memorial Drive thatneighbors of the grocery thought would disrupt theneighborhood...
...pornography. Wednesday night, Gramm branded as false an account of the 1974 transaction by his former brother-in-law, George Caton, reported this week in The New Republic. One of the story's most damaging charges: that Gramm took an interest in movie investing after watching a film called "Truck Stop Women." TIME Austin bureau chief S.C. Gwynne notes that no one, including The New Republic reporter, has yet established that any allegedly Gramm-related movie is pornographic...
...driver was a big, red-faced staff sergeant who spoke rarely and was nearly deaf. His name was Peise. Mother eventually told me that Peise was in Father's outfit and that Father had asked him to pick us up after the truck was ordered westward. What Peise's real mission was -- if any -- no one knew. It seemed strange that he had orders to go west when the Wehrmacht needed every man in the east. The sergeant shed no light on the question. He drove the truck with singular determination, fatigue cap pushed into his neck, submachine gun slung...
...truck hit a man that first day, a brown-uniformed trooper from the Arbeitsdienst, or labor service, who suddenly stepped into the road out of a long column of marching men. The impact spun him into the marchers, spilling them like bowling pins. Peise gripped the wheel more tightly and stepped on the gas. No one said a word. Nor did the sergeant stop a few hours later when one of the soldiers riding the front fender slipped off and fell beneath the treads of a tank. My brother, now 56, says that once in a while, in a dream...
Toward dusk we reached Jindrichovice, the place where the truck journey had ended and the long walk begun. The village lay quiet in the rain. In its midst, just below the church, we came across a marble slab with a gilded, five-pointed star and the Czech inscription in eternal memory of those who died in the second world war. The little monument looked new-apparently erected after communism fell in 1989. The words embraced all: winners and losers, soldiers and civilians, the innocent and the guilty. To Lubos and me, men whose people had been at war with...