Word: veers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Inauguration. The ceremony will be held on the west side of the building this time. When the President takes his oath of office he will be lined up with the monuments to Washington and Lincoln. After he is sworn in, he will make his way up Constitution Avenue, then veer to the right up Pennsylvania toward the house that Rear Admiral Cockburn could not obliterate...
...absence of a standard "look" from play to play renders the Multiflex difficult to define or even see on a given play, but the myriad variety of combinations is the whole point: Restic will borrow sets or even entire plays from a veer, or Wishbone or Power I offenses, but will never stay with one formation long enough to allow the defense to know what to expect. As he talks about it, Restic grows animated, actually improvising a play-by-play analysis of the havoc wreaked on a defense: "The ball's coming, they don't know where...
...parade, a three-hour extravaganza of music, floats and marching units--not to mention politicians--will step off from Lechmere Square. The prade will wind up Cambridge St., take a left on Prospect St., and then a right on Mass Ave. The units will follow Mass Ave until they veer off on Mt. Auburn St. towards Winthrop Square and the edge of the river. The dignitaries in the lineup--including Rep. Thomas P. O'Neill Jr.--will march in the first wave...
Though she allows her tale to veer toward farce, Tyler always checks it in time with the tug of an emotion, a twitch of regret. Morgan's responses are outrageous, but his stimuli are natural. He reminds Bonny of how he used to fear that their baby girls would die: " 'Relax,' you'd say. Remember? But now look: it's as if they died after all. Those funny little roly-poly toddlers, Amy in her Oshkosh overalls-they're dead, aren't they?" His bitter conclusion: "They've dumped their hamsters...
Cars driven by boiling drivers roll on dusty highways across brown and barren land, from one barren city to another. They crawl on the yawning landscape of I-90, looking to flatten turtles or to veer toward hitchhikers to "pump their blood a bit." They roll on the flatlands of South Dakota, the no-man's-land of the hitchhiker who ducks the graceful parabola of a flying bottle and faces a more than likely prospect of a night on the prairie...