1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 182: I’m no apple Indian — red outside and white underneath.at apple, n.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 286: Angus lost his ass in a taco franchise.at lose one’s ass under ass, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 102: Bandits wouldn’t tum a dime if they didn’t rattle and roll [HDAS].at bandit, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 205: Why do you think she’s called Tiffany? Pure class. Twenty-four carat.at twenty-four carat, adj.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 115: A parking lot full of pickups, Cadillacs, and El Caminos (‘cowboy cadillacs’).at cowboy cadillac (n.) under cowboy, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 205: You think I like crapping around with tweeties?at crap around (v.) under crap, v.2
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 71: The engine turned hard, then started, and I goosed it pretty good.at goose, v.3
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 329: I ate a grinder — elsewhere called a hero, hoagie, poorboy, submarine, sub, torpedo, Italian.at grinder, n.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 99: We gotta show the brothers they can do more than hang cool like meat in a locker.at hang (out) cool (v.) under hang out, v.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 96: ‘Would anybody stop a black man if he wanted a drink in here?’ ‘I’ll be go to hell.’.at I’ll be go to hell! (excl.) under hell, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 235: That first jump off Pitt must have been hellacious.at hellacious, adj.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 142: Texans call them ‘diggers’. [...] poor whites ate them with greens and cornbread during the Depression and called them ‘hoover hogs’ or ‘Texas turkeys’ [...] even now, poor blacks, calling them just ‘dillas,’ barbeque the soft meat.at hoover hog (n.) under hoover, adj.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 101: Whiteys [...] don’t mind a little black poontang now and then. That’s their contribution to equality — hump a nigger.at hump, v.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 390: Don’t tell an Islander that, or he’ll knock you into a cocked hat.at knock into a cocked hat (v.) under knock into, v.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 101: Whiteys [...] don’t mind a little black poontang now and then.at poontang, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 122: They don’t live in a rat-ass ghetto.at rat-assed (adj.) under rat, n.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 314: The Jehovah’s Witnesses knock on the door and want to heal me. I tell them, ‘shit on this healing!’.at shit on…! (excl.) under shit, v.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 191: I heard girls at the Big Four are getting twenty-five simoleons for a straight.at simoleon, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 27: I’d love to do that, but I’d be scared spitless.at scared spitless (adj.) under spitless, adj.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 191: I heard girls at the Big Four are getting twenty-five simoleons for a straight.at straight, n.2
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 142: Texans call them ‘diggers’. [...] poor whites ate them with greens and cornbread during the Depression and called them ‘hoover hogs’ or ‘Texas turkeys’ [...] even now, poor blacks, calling them just ‘dillas,’ barbeque the soft meat.at Texas turkey (n.) under Texas, adj.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 293: ‘Who’s the creep in my room?’ ‘The jigaboo?’ ‘No, Tonto.’.at Tonto, n.
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 329: I ate a grinder — elsewhere called a hero, hoagie, poorboy, submarine, sub, torpedo, Italian.at torpedo, n.2
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 50: This boy wouldn’t sleep up here amongst the whangdoodles withouten his peace of mind.at whangdoodle, n.1
1983 ‘Heat Moon’ Blue Highways 111: Tie on with these and you’ll get zanged out of the window like in a slingshot.at zing, v.