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...foolish. Still capable, in fact, of careering into a writers' bar in lower Manhattan wearing, because of a recent mugging, only a sheet, and this early in a long evening. Friedman is funny and reliably irrelevant. Writing, he seems to be saying, is less dignified than the mail-order truss business, which is a truth on which to hang your...
Walking onto the bridge, he looked closely at the joints where the thick timbers of the truss supporting the bridge meet. He brought up a handful of powdery dirt and let it fall from his palm, slowly. "The neglect of this bridge is shameful," he said. "Dirt holds moisture, and moisture is what rots wood. That's the whole reason these bridges are covered -- to keep the wood dry. With the right care, covered bridges can last hundreds of years, longer than steel and concrete...
...arched doors, Romanesque bulk. But inside and out, he and Louis Millet, the interior decorator, wildly mixed and matched styles. The west wing has its odd Gothic outcroppings, the Grand Hall some rather Moorish nooks and ornament; an intimate dining room seems Viennese; and, of course, the steel-truss roof built to cover trains and tracks is pure 19th century Industrial...
...half-mile steel-truss Intercity Bridge across the Columbia River, connecting the cities of Pasco and Kennewick, Wash. The enthusiastic jury said, "Not just a great technical accomplishment; it is a work...
This is classic Bombeck, the wild exaggeration compressed into the stinging one-liner that only slightly overstates the awfulness of the truth. You don't think husbands and kids are that bad? Listen, let me tell you about bad. "After 30 years of marriage, I felt like a truss in a drugstore window." You think that's-overstated? Let me tell you what it's like to be a working mother, "racing around the kitchen in a pair of bedroom slippers, trying to quick-thaw a chop under each armpit . . ." Shared responsibilities? "Transporting children is my husband...