Word: walke
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...flown without an accident at an Air Force base at Hondo, Texas, where the instructors, who are civilians working under contract with the Air Force, have spent years flying small, piston-powered aircraft like the T-3. "If the engine quits, we know how to land the airplane and walk away from it," a civilian pilot at Hondo says. "The Air Force guys just know how to bail out when that happens." McPeak, a former F-15 pilot, suggests the fact that all three dead T-3 instructor pilots flew bulky cargo planes before coming to the academy might have...
...Jerry might use to delineate a date's faux pas. "I just know from being onstage for years and years and years, there's one moment where you have to feel the audience is still having a great time, and if you get off right there, they walk out of the theater excited. And yet, if you wait a little bit longer and try to give them more for their money, they walk out feeling not as good. If I get off now I have a chance at a standing ovation. That's what...
...real talent," he says, "is in picking people"), he is loath to ascribe any cultural significance to Seinfeld, even while in a somewhat valedictory mood. The show's aims, he insists, are entirely unpretentious: "I really aspire to The Abbott and Costello Show. That's my favorite sitcom. We walk down the street and bump into Bania, the bad comedian, the way Lou Costello would bump into Stinky, and then a scene comes out of it. That's classic. It's burlesque." One quickly learns that Seinfeld, like most comedians, can talk about comedy endlessly and with great depth...
...city that celebrates sin, as of the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve you can't walk into a bar and light a smoke. In the entire state of California, a fragile plate cracked head-to-toe by the sheer force of political extremes, you can no longer enjoy the leaf in the gin mill of your choice...
Indeed. You're back in the car headed east to Talpa, a favorite Mexican joint in West Los Angeles where on warm summer nights you have sat with a cold beer and a Cuban (cigar, not companion) and watched the Dodgers on Spanish-language television. But you walk in now and, sure enough, owner Andres Martinez has posted no-smoking signs. The law is the law, he says dolefully, and it's the bar owner, not the customer, who will pay the fines--starting at $100 and going as high as $7,000--if the butt police appear...