Crossword clues for bradenton
bradenton
Gazetteer
Housing Units (2000): 24887
Land area (2000): 12.108099 sq. miles (31.359830 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 2.334584 sq. miles (6.046544 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 14.442683 sq. miles (37.406374 sq. km)
FIPS code: 07950
Located within: Florida (FL), FIPS 12
Location: 27.488217 N, 82.577743 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 34210
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
Headwords:
Bradenton
Usage examples of "bradenton".
By dawn tomorrow or the day after that he would pass into Nevada, triking Owyhee first and then Mountain City, and in Mountain City there was a man named Christopher Bradenton who would see that he had a clean car and some clean papers and then the country would come alive in all its glorious possibilities, a body politic with its network of roads embedded in its skin like marvelous capillaries, ready to take him, the dark speck of foreign matter, anywhere or everywhere-heart, liver, lights, brain.
Half a dozen different organizations, from the Weathermen to the Guevara Brigade, saw that Bradenton had money.
He was in his late fifties now, but Bradenton had been dismissed from one California college twenty-some years ago for getting too chummy with the SDS.
CHAPTER 31 Christopher Bradenton struggled out of delirium like a man struggling out of quicksand.
All Bradenton could remember was that he had been afraid even before he got sick, because he knew someone (or something) was coming and he would have to .
And when the outer-space monster pushed its mask back, revealing its grinning, flaming face, they had both screamed because it was the somebody or something he had been waiting for, the man Kit Bradenton had always been terrified of.
The boy in the yellow briefs had been long ago, and in Boulder Kit Bradenton had been little more than a boy himself.
Now the running footsteps clattered straight toward him along the upstairs hall, boards groaning and creaking and protesting under the weight of those merciless rundown bootheels and suddenly Kit Bradenton knew who it was and he shrieked as the door burst inward and the man in the faded jeans jacket ran in, his murderer's grin flashing on his face like a whirring white circle of knives, his face as jolly as that of a lunatic Santa Claus, carrying a galvanized steel bucket high over his right shoulder.
He sprang into the air like Bruce Lee in a Run Run Shaw kung-fu epic, knees spread, for a moment seeming to hang suspended directly over Kit Bradenton as the water had done, his shadow a blob on the chest of Bradenton's soaked pajamas, and Bradenton screamed weakly.
He jammed his thumbs at Bradenton's eyes and Bradenton jerked back against the pillow helplessly.
He settled there the way he might have settled on a comfortable hassock in a friend's apartment and suddenly Bradenton couldn't even get a small breath.
Unable to speak, Kit Bradenton could only roll his eyes whitely in their puffed sockets.
He turned and it was Kit Bradenton, clad only in absurd yellow underpants, his poet's pot hanging over the waistband like an avalanche held in suspended animation.
And a few weeks before signing onto the Andrea Gail, Murph had stopped by his parents' house in Bradenton for a somewhat unsettling goodbye.
An Alabama man, fishing in Bradenton, was said to have incurred minor wounds when struck by a leaping 'cuda.