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richards
Gazetteer
Housing Units (2000): 42
Land area (2000): 0.273671 sq. miles (0.708804 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.000000 sq. miles (0.000000 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 0.273671 sq. miles (0.708804 sq. km)
FIPS code: 61364
Located within: Missouri (MO), FIPS 29
Location: 37.909847 N, 94.556910 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 64778
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
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Richards
Wikipedia
Richards may refer to:
- Richards (surname)
In places:
- Richards, Missouri, USA
- Richards, Texas, USA
In other uses:
- Richards (lunar crater), on the Moon
- Richards (crater on Venus), on Venus
Richards is a small lunar impact crater that is located in the northern interior of the walled plain Mendeleev, on the far side of the Moon. It lies about half-way between the craters Bergman to the west-southwest and Fischer to the east, both also within Mendeleev's interior.
This is a circular, cup-shaped crater with a small interior floor at the midpoint of the sloping inner walls. The interior sides have a higher albedo than the surroundings. There is a small craterlet situated along the north-northeastern edge of the rim. The crater chain named Catena Mendeleev passes just to the west of Richards, continuing in a line of small craterlets from the southwestern edge of Mendeleev.
Richards is a common Celtic Welsh, or Cornish surname based on the English version of the parent's name ending in -S. In 1881 people with this surname were mainly located in Wales, Cornwall and adjacent South-West counties of England. By 1998 many Welsh and Cornish people had migrated to cities in England particularly those adjacent to these areas. Originally, it was an English surname brought to England in the great wave of migration following the Norman Conquest of 1066.
Usage examples of "richards".
As Richards watched, a trembling, sallow‑faced Push freak was stopped by a cop and shown the door.
Ben Richards had sat down at about five, and so he estimated it would be quarter of nine before they got to him.
When the program changed again at seven-thirty, Richards heard him asking the man on his other side about the physical.
The doctor looked up sharply when Richards said there was a case of influenza in the family.
For Richards it was the first real food, other than greasy pizza wedges and government pill‑commodities, that he had eaten in God knew how long.
When the entire group was wearing them, Ben Richards felt as if he had lost his face.
He had a kind of nasty, pleased grin that reminded Richards of a half‑wit he had known as a boy.
That, and the switch back to his surname, suggested that the interview was over whether Richards had any more to say or not.
Richards got two of them and sat munching, listening to a pal named Rettenmund as he regaled Richards and a few others with a seemingly inexhaustible fund of dirty stories.
He thrust two New Quarters at Richards, stuffed the rest of the money back in his pocket, and grabbed a handful of Richards's tunic.
There was an ashtray built into the realwood arm of every seat, and Richards hauled out his crumpled pack of Blams.
There were four others standing by the closed doors of Elevator 6, and Richards recognized one of them as the owner of the sour voice.
So black, in fact, that for a moment Richards was struck with unreality.
When Richards did not shake it, he did not seem particularly flustered.
Necks craned and Richards was pointed out several times as they made the trip.