Word: wino
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Physically, he is short and squat, with a balding round head and a Marcel Marceau repertoire of facial expressions. The style of dress can best be described as drab middle-class--co-captain Bill Omeltchenko thought he was a wino off the streets when he saw Carril scouting one of his high school games...
Vietnamization. Rick Byers, 28, is a supersalesman who stumbled into real estate. He makes it all sound simple: "All there is to real estate is running your mouth a bit, knocking on doors and asking people if they want to sell their house. I could take any wino off Fifth and Main and make him a millionaire salesman." By running, knocking, asking and recruiting, Byers has acquired more than $5 million worth of property in Southern California's Orange County, which boasts some of the nation's highest-priced real estate...
...wasting enough time to let any half-wise robber disappear, the first policeman told his partner and the student to get in the car, and they moved out. The cruiser raced back to catch the criminal with its high beams on and blue lights flashing. Even a sleeping wino would have fled the area. The cruiser drove right onto the Common as if it expected to find someone waiting there, but the Common, of course, was empty...
...main features of the will. Melvin Dummar said in interviews that he gave Hughes a lift near Las Vegas in 1968. "I spotted this skinny old man-about 60-alongside the dirt road," he said. "His face was cut up and bleeding. I thought he was a wino. I asked him how he got hurt, but he never replied. When we got to the [Sands] hotel, he asked me to drive him around the back and asked me for some money. I had quite a bit, but I figured he was a bum so I gave him a quarter." After...
...late. As the train pulled into Washington Street Station, the wino clutched the neck of his brown paper bag and lurched through the door. I realized with a quick chill that I was alone, totally alone. Suddenly, as the doors slid shut, a trio of leather-jacketed, acne-scarred youth darted onto the train. The stench of beer and sweat and corruption filled my nostrils. As one of the toughs sprawled insolently across a seat, another flicked his switchblade open and shut in dull, menacing repetition...