Word: woodenly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...like what was called an "all-purpose room" at my grade school, where the tables you ate lunch on were folded into the wall to clear the floor for basketball games, plays and PTA meetings. A ping pong table and a wooden desk sat on the raised stage at one end of the room. A speed bag, punching bag and pool table filled up the other end. The 50 feet between was marked off for playing basketball...
...team is very informal so while waiting to get in the game I walked around and talked to some of the people who sat in wooden chairs on the stage and watched the game. One guy watching the game was a high school sophomore who was finishing his first day at Billerica. A judge sentenced him to 30 days for hitting his teacher...
...corner was a large, hemispherical earthen oven, where the farmer's wife baked bread. A pile of freshly-cut eucalyptus wood lay next to the oven. The man, very small and with a rough wizened face, had walked up to within a few yards of me and stopped, his wooden hoe in hand. I indicated the peanuts in my hand. He broke into a broad smile, and pointed with his free hand to his mouth. He had no teeth. What could I do in such a situation? I nodded slightly, muttered "Le siento," I'm sorry, and moved...
...feel despondent. The only white people who had ever appeared in this outpost were missionaries. I still wanted to find out about the villagers and about their farms and fiestas, their schools and homes. Suddenly, as I walked along, I saw a white cloth at the end of a wooden pole that protruded from the open doorway of a house. I had an idea. Throughout the entire Cochabamba valley the white flag marks the spot where chicha is sold...
...sense of a netherworld was heightened by the almost complete lack of furniture and by the dampness that seemed to peel off the earthern walls. A crowd was gathered here, an animated crowd already for into the afternoon's cocktails. Five men sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bench, each either laughing or grinning in a euphoric state of intoxication. In the center, towering above all with his broad square shoulders and stout chest was Don Julio, the policeman of the village. The word "Don," a vestige of Spanish gentility, perfectly fitted the pride that glowed in his roughly...