A little taste of history one morsel at a time
I found out I could do it [running] anywhere and anytime, didn’t have to wait for snow; I didn’t have to leave a carbon footprint behind and I could just go out and run. I just loved to run and I challenged myself with longer and longer distances every time I went out to run. –Joan Benoit Samuelson, (Interview with Nicki Miller, competitor.com, 8/6/14)
If you’ve learned anything from the movie Footloose (1984) (The Bacon version is better…isn’t everything better with Bacon?) you know you can’t keep those meddling kids from provocative and rhythmic dancing.
Less glitzy than cousins gold and silver, good old third place bronze could be relied on to get the job done.
The wild and vivid paintings sent shockwaves through the art world. These Anonymous Society upstarts were deemed a sloppy and crude bunch.
The first automobiles sputtered onto the island and sent shockwaves through the tiny community. Like an Uber vs taxi cab feud, the carriage drivers were in an uproar.
Unfortunately, St. Martin’s days of skunk oil baths and fly-infested galette came to an abrupt end on June 6, 1822.
I hung back, wanting to savor my first glimpse. Would it be worth the aches and pains I’d surely feel tomorrow?
Hot steamy water flowed into six private bathing chambers, each tricked out with its own Cialis-style tub, but despite these painstaking efforts, a soldier’s hygiene was a dodgy business.
My brother also picked up on the manor house vibe after a white-knuckle drive—that included a standoff with a tour bus—through the narrow twists and turns of the highlands.
The 1970s ushered in Pong, shag carpeting, and the Brady Bunch. Paneling filled our basements and the design team at Oldsmobile thought it would class up our cars too.
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