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It’s amazing how one game of “Whoosh and Bong” can make up for dragging your suitcase into the Littauer parking lot at 4 a.m. to go to the airport. I’m not sure what higher force decreed for our freshman Alternative Spring Break (ASB) trip to leave for Biloxi, Miss.—which had been in the direct path of Hurricane Katrina—before dawn on Housing Day. But sharing housing assignments in Chicago’s O’Hare Airport?...
...bandaged, al-Wahedi set off through the innards of Erez's security maze. He fumbled along tunnels, steel doors that opened and slammed as he passed along, entered a strange cylinder that fired a whoosh of air at him before he finally reached a large hall with an Israeli soldier sitting inside a bulletproof glass booth. Al-Wahedi showed his permit, explaining that he was due in surgery at 3:30 pm that afternoon...
...discordant note for visitors is struck by the fact that the monoliths rest within the foul embrace of two busy highways, the A344 and A303, the latter a major route to England's West Country that's often awash with heavy traffic. The constant whoosh of highway noise makes quiet reflection impossible at what many consider sacred ground, and nearly every vista is marred by cars and trucks whizzing - or, too often, crawling - by in the background. "It would be more reverent to the site if there was no traffic," says Don Ghostlaw, from Tolland, Conn., who on a recent...
...October afternoon in the year 2000. A girl stands beside her father, gazing out over the water as the setting sun burns orange into the soft waves. There’s a sensory overload—the whoosh of oars slicing the smooth surface of the river combines with the smell of hot dog vendors, the sight of families stretched out on picnic blankets, and the faint buzz of cars rolling by on Memorial Drive. Little does the girl, standing at water’s edge with her father on that October afternoon, know that in a few years...
...times. Sometimes you need evidence that you’re doing better than the guys next to you, and I like to exploit that as much I can during a race.”Coxswain calls are the only audible element of a crew race, save for the monotonous whoosh of the oars after the blade squares and feathers with each stroke. Their words narrate an otherwise silent race, offering encouragement and support to athletes whose goal it is to end a race with no strength left to row another stroke.“Somebody being able to channel their...