Word: walke
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...town itself offers a wealth of classy harbor shops and restaurants. There are also museums to satisfy the intellectual appetite, including the Tennis Hall of Fame. The Cliff Walk is a rocky three-mile coastal promenade offering exquisite views of the mansions, but if your feet are feeling tired, treat yourself to a boat ride and view the impressive facades while cruising...
...implies. Seventeenth and 18th century houses, as well as an array of antique shops, line the quiet street. Visit the Sandwich Glass Museum and discover examples of Sandwich's trademark craft. Heritage Plantation provides an interesting collection of mini-museums and gardens, and the Sandwich Boardwalk promises a beautiful walk along the sandy dunes. If you're feeling lazy, Old King's Highway (Route 6a) provides a scenic drive through some of the best-preserved New England towns, including Chatham and Yarmouth. Use Sandwich as a base and explore the entire hook of the Cape. Biking is also a popular...
Women should be more aware of what they're doing, but we can only do so much. We can take self-defense classes and not walk alone at night, but what about the men? I'm more worried about the fact that the men aren't thinking about this. A lot of men are raping without thinking about what they're doing because they don't think it's rape. There needs to be a dialogue between men and women here about their sexual behavior...
...buying them. Californians were more interested in buying swimming pools--at the rate of 25,000 a year. Mrs. C.T. Higgins of Portland, Ore., who four years ago had the city's first private, backyard underground shelter, granted that the family had been thinking about converting it into a walk-in deep freeze. Oregon Journal Staffer Doug Baker made an admission in print: he had eaten the last can of sardines out of the family survival...
Check it out! Man walks down that street so fine. Strides easy. Long, looking right. Left then. Then ahead, then left...snap!...again, follows that little sister in the tight pants a ways, then back on the beam. Arms arc. Could be some old trainman, swinging an imaginary lantern in the night. Smiling. Stepping so smart. Rolls, almost. Swings his butt like he's shifting gears in a swivel chair. Weight stays, sways, in his hips. Shoulders, straight, shift with the strut. High and light. Street's all his, past doubt. And more, if he wants. Could be he might...