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...rainy Saturday night in darkest Somerville, Mass.-a time and place suitable for filming the maiden-munching scene of a monster flick-a long line of wet people huddle under the blue-and-white awnings of Steve's. Another 50 sodden citizens wait inside. They are lining up to buy ice cream-carob, perhaps, or banana coffee, since a temporary shortage of fine cinnamon has made the obvious first choice of chocolate-cinnamon-raisin unavailable-at a cost of $1.60 for a large scoop with one mix-in, or $2 for a large scoop with three...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Ice Cream: They All Scream for It | 8/10/1981 | See Source »

...hole in the ground filled with ice. To make the ice, Taylor last winter used a snowmaking machine similar to those found at ski resorts. Instead of making actual snow, however, he adjusted the machine's nozzle to spray out a substance that was roughly the consistency of wet sherbet, which was squirted into the hole. The water part of the slush drained to the bottom, leaving ice granules above. A system of pipes and pumps drew off the ice water from the bottom of the pond, and it was recirculated by other pipes and pumps back...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Iceberg Cool | 8/3/1981 | See Source »

...mess boy had started them already, lifting the bottles out of the canvas cooling bags that sweated wet in the wind that blew through the trees that shaded the tent...

Author: By Thomas Hines, | Title: The Green Hills of Manhattan | 7/7/1981 | See Source »

...tail. He had turned at bay as soon as he had reached this cover and he was sick with the wound through his full belly, and weakening with the wound from his lungs that brought a thin foamy red to his mouth each time he breathed. His flanks were wet and hot and flies were on the little openings the solid bullets had made in his tawny hide, and his big yellow eyes, narrowed with hate, looked straight ahead, only blinking when the pain came as he breathed, and his claws dug in the soft baked earth...

Author: By Thomas Hines, | Title: The Green Hills of Manhattan | 7/7/1981 | See Source »

January 19. A severe thunderstorm caused us to take in all sails. We made frequent attempts to catch water with our sails spread horizontally, but the boats were very low and the sails were wet with salt water and consequently filled with salt so as to spoil all the fresh water that fell-and although we used frequently to catch a sailfull in a shower, yet always found it too salty...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Nantucket: Moby Dick Revisited | 6/29/1981 | See Source »

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