Word: walls
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Henry Ford's grandson was contemptuous. "Like trying to cure cancer in five years," he grumped. "Brock wants to repeal the laws of thermodynamics," said a man at General Motors. "A peanut butter car," hooted the Wall Street Journal recalling a dream from earlier decades that some day anything-even peanut butter-could be used as fuel. One auto engineer said they already had "a bellows car" powered by Secretaries of Transportation turning a handle that shot hot air out the back...
Standouts Wendy Sands and Kathy Batter anchored a wall-like defense that allowed forwards like Sue St. Louis, Cat Ferrante and Ellen Hart to ignite an explosive attack. Only a late-season loss to UMass marred the booters' record, but coach Bob Scalise's crew was as balanced a team as seen in a long time in the Ivy League...
...went out to where the sun was knocking-down and dragging-out the chill. He pulled a garden hose out of a tool trunk on the carport and stretched out one end of it. Squatting, hurting, at the back of the the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots--but he had run out of bars to be kicked...
...smithereened a plastic cup lying on the linoleum where, limparmed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots--but he had run out of bars...
Baker is lean (172 Ibs.) and long (6 ft. 2 in.), although when he was encountered in his Nantucket backyard he was crouching on a brick wall, pulling an anarchy of weeds from between the cracks and muttering at the lawn's first dandelions, the very embodiment of compulsive suburban man. He has a full shock of sandy gray hair, bushy eyebrows of a color that somebody with a window dresser's vocabulary once described as "ginger," and a face easefully lined, like the leather seats of an old Jaguar. Friends say that women tremble in his presence. E.P. Dutton...