What is "burlingame"

Usage examples of "burlingame".

His bowed back arched the top half of his body beyond the edge of the bed and gravity took over, Gerald Burlingame, with whom Jessie had once eaten Creamsicles in bed, fell over backward with his knees up and his head down, like a clumsy kid trying to impress his friends during Free Swim at the YMCA pool.

It was this: he didn't know she was serious because for him, Jessie Mahout Burlingame, wife of Gerald, sister of Maddy and Will, daughter of Tom and Sally, mother of no one, was really not here at all.

This unnamed newcomer clearly thought that Jessie's usual source of advice — the voice she had over the years come to think of as Goodwife Burlingame ­was a wimp of the highest order.

Of course she was still the center­piece, gosh, yes — Jessie Mahout Burlingame, still a shade under forty, still fairly trim at five-seven and a hundred and twenty-five pounds, gray eyes, brownish-red hair (she covered the gray that had begun to show up about five years ago with a glossy rinse and was fairly sure Gerald had never known).

Jessie Mahout Burlingame, now presumably the widow of Gerald, still mother of no one, and tethered to this goddamned bed by two sets of police handcuffs.

When it decided not to (not directly, at least), both Jessie and Goodwife Burlingame breathed a sigh of relief.

She had run just as fast as her legs could carry her — Jessie Mahout Burlingame, also known as The Amazing Gingerbread Girl, the last wonder of a dubious age, survivor of the day the sun had gone out, now handcuffed to the bed and able to run no more.

The part of her that was Goody Burlingame said she needed to take some time in spite of the taunting images and her throbbing throat.

Well, these are the Flies of Autumn, and their version of the World Series is currently being played on Gerald Burlingame, the noted attorney and handcuff-fetishist.

They seemed to have no business with Jessie Burlingame at all, and she supposed there was nothing so odd about that, not really.

It'll he Doug Rowe wearing that white trenchcoat of his I hate so much and talking into his microphone and calling it 'the house where prominent Portland lawyer Gerald Burlingame and his wife Jessie died.

In the Burlingame home on scenic Kashwakamak Lake, the new widow dozed uneasily in her restraints, and then began to dream once more.

Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like seeing that look in his eyes, the one that says I'm part of his agenda now — me, Jessie Angela Mahout Burlingame, as opposed to an inanimate lump his bosses probably think of as That Unfortunate Burlingame Business.

The whole ride down 101 to her home in Burlingame, she couldn't put the terrible thought away.

But by good luck his Excellency Anson Burlingame was there at the time, on his way to take up his post in China, where he did such good work for the United States.