Word: wiring
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Leisure Village, a 600-acre Lakewood, N.J., retirement community of 5,000 residents. The homes are guarded by a 24-hour security force. The community is bordered by a 6-ft. chain-link fence, and four years ago residents reluctantly topped one section of the fence with barbed wire after a rash of invasions by pranksters. But a mugging early last summer and recent car break-ins and gasoline siphonings have frightened the village's board of trustees to finish what they started. Now they have decided to ring the entire village in the same fashion, an action that...
That was about the only good news that Heath could offer British voters as he took his bid for a new five-year mandate down to the wire. Amid a nationwide coal miners' strike and a government-ordered three-day work week, Britain goes to the polls this week to elect a new Parliament in its ninth general election since World War II. As the campaign headed into its third and final week, new issues tumbled into the headlines almost as fast as the candidates could cope with them...
Henry Wiggen is a winner-a blond-and-blue-eyed All-America baseball hero, golden, graceful and uncomplicated. Julian Weston is a maggot-pale homosexual prostitute, strung out like a taut wire between self-inflicted denigration and a yearning for clean, well-lighted love. What these totally disparate characters-the one in John Hancock's film Bang the Drum Slowly, the other in English Playwright John Hopkins' Broadway drama Find Your Way Home -have in common is the very uncommon talent of Actor Michael Moriarty, who plays them both. With the release of the film in August...
...street I turned right. Here hardware of all shapes and sizes was spread out in metallic tapestries--pipes, nails, hammers, funnels, axles, wire, hinges--all irregular and worn, many rusted and cracked. Again, mostly women were sitting behind the wares. The women sell, the men haul. Seated behind a small collection of knives made of rough-hewn steel and handles whittled from eucalyptus branches, a woman chatted away with a friend who carried a bag, on her way to buy some rice or vegetables for lunch. As she talked the seated woman smoothed out the shiny folds of her yellow...
...child living high and happy with a madness holed up in this middle-aged hideaway. Perhaps she needs this, a steady straight place, that could impose a predictable order on her days and restore a semblance of control to her life. Perhaps she was playing for quiet time to wire back the straws of her intentions...