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    town house
  • A modern two- or three-story house built as one of a group of similar houses

  • row house: a house that is one of a row of identical houses situated side by side and sharing common walls

  • A house in a town or city belonging to someone who has another property in the country

  • A townhouse (singluarly townhome derived from "house in town") is the term historically used in the United Kingdom, Ireland and in many other countries to describe a residence of a peer or member of the aristocracy in the capital or major city.

  • The Town House is a large hotel property built in 1929 on Wilshire Boulevard adjacent to Lafayette Park in Los Angeles, California.

  • A tall, narrow, traditional row house, generally having three or more floors

  • (suite) a musical composition of several movements only loosely connected

  • A set of things belonging together, in particular

  • A set of furniture of the same design

  • (suite) cortege: the group following and attending to some important person

  • A set of rooms designated for one person's or family's use or for a particular purpose

  • (suite) apartment consisting of a series of connected rooms used as a living unit (as in a hotel)

  • A restaurant or bar, typically one in the country, in some cases providing accommodations

  • Inns are generally establishments or buildings where travelers can seek lodging and, usually, food and drink. They are typically located in the country or along a highway.

  • An establishment providing accommodations, food, and drink, esp. for travelers

  • hostel: a hotel providing overnight lodging for travelers

  • Indium nitride is a small bandgap semiconductor material which has potential application in solar cells and high speed electronics.

16 Things

16 Things

WARNING: There may be more information in the following little ditty about mrwaterslide than you are prepared to handle, and if you are at all afraid that that might be the case, don't read on.

1.) Not yet two-years-old, I put the Drano in the goldfish bowl.
2.) Out with the family for Sunday dinner at the Old Washington Inn (a little flea-bite town whose sole claim to fame was that Morgan's Raiders had come riding through), I locked the front door, a deed undiscovered for close to an hour. My mother says that my father had to give them a substantial sum of money to make-up for their loss of business.
3.) I had a rubber ball, or a series of rubber balls, that I bounced and caught, bounced and caught, bounced and caught, bounced and caught, bounced and caught, bounced and caught, indoors and out, against the house, against the wallpaper, against the brick wall in the garden, on and on, again and again, almost neverending. Once, when the ball rolled into the next room, my grandmother got it and put it in her apron. I knew that she had it. I asked her if she had it. She said she hadn't seen it. I was stymied. I couldn't call my grandmother a liar. I think I went for the rest of the day without my rubber ball.
4.) I first got to second base at the Boy Scout National Jamboree held at Valley Forge in Pennsylvania. Me and some other guy whose name might have been Ricky struck-up a conversation with these two girls who claimed to be Candy Stripers at a local King-of-Prussia hospital. Maybe they had their Candy Stripers uniforms on, which would give the story a little Japanese erotic kinky twist, except that I was not yet a dirty-old-man. We walked them all-the-way to the other side of the park, and bade them a prolonged groping goodbye. When we got back to our group, we had been found-out as curfew violators and were confined to our tents for the whole of the next day, until the next evening when they let us out to go hear LBJ, who flew in in a helicopter and vigorously defended his Viet Nam policy. While we were in the tent together, Ricky and I listened to that song about how "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, you've got to marry an ugly wife," and Ricky pointed out the dirty lyrics.
5.) The day The White Album came out, we (the guys on my end of the hall in the dorm) got a bottle of Tanqueray and all got drunk. When the record got to that line in "Rocky Raccoon" about "stinking of gin," we all roared with laughter. Larry Goldblatt, who didn't drink and whose parents had a lot of money (most everyone there had parents who had more money than my parents had), came in with his $350 camera (when $350 was a lot of money---probably it was a Leica) and began taking pictures.
I remember looking up at him, helpless and well-neigh delirious, and thinking "Oh shit," or words to that effect. He took our photographs and made them in to postcards, and, when Christmas break came around, he sent one to each of us, at our home addresses. I went to the mailbox that day, and when I saw the card and that image of my drunken self, hair matted to my head, and realized what it was, I tore it into pieces and threw it in the trash, to my everlasting shame.
6.) I owned Bausch & Lomb @ $192 a share and rode it all the way down, like Slim Pickens in Dr. Strangelove, to something like $32 a share, where I sold it. I sold my Twenty-Century Fox stock just before Rupert Murdock made the tender offer and it skyrocketed. I bought defense industry put options when Reagan took office, thinking I would make some money, if nothing else, out of his presidency. The stock market tanked and soon my $8000 had vanished.
7.) Riding in the car on the way to the church for my grandmother's funeral, my grandfather (a Methodist preacher) told me that he had always hoped I would be the one to carry on his ministry.
8.) I am a member of The In-The-Middle-Of-The-Pedernales-River Club. I am a member of The On-A-Levee-By-The-Mississippi Club. I am a member of The On-Top-Of-A-Fire-Tower Club. I am not a member of The Mile-High Club.
9.) Once, sitting with my girlfriend on the roof of my house in Missouri with a beer and a cigarette, watching the sun go down (our almost nightly ritual) I looked up directly overhead and saw Jesus Christ, or at least that Christ imaged in the Shroud of Turin, but only from the waist up. It wasn't like kind-of like that Christ---it was the spitting image of that Shroud of Turin Christ, only it was a cloud, of course. "Look at that," I said to my girlfriend, and she looked up and said, "It's Jesus Christ."
10.) I have a $2400 burn on my legs. At work one night, in too much of a hurry, I opened a pressurized steam jacket too quickly to check on a pot roast that was boiling in a 600 pan. A Niagara Falls of boiling water came leaping out at me. The burn on my right leg is an almost perfectly formed rectangle, not really no

Cumberland Inn and Museum

Cumberland Inn and Museum

The first time I visited this hidden gem of a museum it caught me totally by surprise. It's not the finest or largest museum of natural history you may ever see, but it is an unusually nice one to be in such a small town, and virtually unadvertised. The museum is housed in the large west wing of Cumberland Inn, and is operated by Cumberland College, a Baptist affiliated liberal arts school of about 1700 students.

There are two primary collections in the museum. You will see the Henkelmann Life Science Collection consisting of hundreds of specimens of animals ranging from the tiny Short-tail Shrew to the gigantic Polar Bear, procured by Henry and Mary Henkelmann on expeditions from Africa to the Arctic. The animals are displayed in surroundings created to match their habitats. Then there is the Dehoney collection, containing African animal trophies, artifacts and stories from tribes collected by Dr. Wayne Dehoney. The museum also houses the only Kentucky gallery of Ray Harm wildlife prints.

The Cumberland Inn also offers 50 guest rooms and suites and the Athenaeum Resaurant, the finest for many miles around.

A sign beside the entrance to the museum states that adult admission is $4.00. However, on the Saturday afternoon we stopped there most recently a young man waved us through without collecting the fee saying, "Just go on in." The entrance and exit of the museum are through a gift shop, operated by Cumberland College.

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