Word: wetness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Black cumulonimbus clouds rolled in on New York City, darkening the afternoon sky up to nearly 40,000 ft. Lightning bolts darted above Manhattan's skyscrapers. Thunder sporadically overwhelmed the city's normal noises of traffic, subways and sirens. It would be a wet but cool rush hour, a welcome break in the summer's first siege of humid heat...
...struggle continues). That set off a wild shooting spree of celebration, reported TIME Correspondent Lee Griggs, with Frelimo soldiers and police firing Kalashnikov automatic rifles, machine guns and even a few grenade launchers. By a miracle, only two people were accidentally wounded. Caravans of cars drove through the dark wet streets, horns blaring. A few people danced in the roadways, obviously having ignored Machel's repeated denunciations of "demon alcohol...
...convenience. From the Youghiogheny to the Willamette, from white-water torrents to scenic waterways as placid as a bowl of vichyssoise, the U.S. is blessed with hundreds of thousands of inviting streams; Illinois alone boasts 6,500 miles of canoeable water. (Oldtimers say, "If the grass is wet, you can get a canoe through.") Canoes are simple to carry atop a car and easy to tote ("portage") around a rapids. A standard aluminum model costs $300 or less; in many areas, "the poor man's yacht" can be rented...
...beauty package. Today the one standard left is the camera's unblinking eye. Margaux is a photographer's ideal, and despite the trend to diversity, hers is the face of a generation, as recognizable and memorable as Lisa Fonssagrives and Jean Shrimpton. When Margaux has her hair wet and slicked back, Photographer Francesco Scavullo thinks she looks Etruscan. Says Designer Halston: "She has all the components to become a modern young superstar-openness, infectiousness, beauty and the ambition to follow through...
...shining through the Eucalyptus trees of San Francisco's Golden Gate Park, the ominous clouds that usually hang over California in the wet season of November had washed themselves out of the sky, and I was headed home. It seemed like it was going to be an easy haul to my home back in Niles. Michigan--just 1850 miles to Chicago and then another 60 or so and I could strip and dive into the brown river that swirled behind our house...