I realized I'd never had such an opportunity to study an old man's face before, and I searched the screen for clues to how my own features will eventually decay.
And then, "Why do you want one?" I'd never had to defend my desire to hear out of both sides of my head before, and I searched for specific reasons.
Before I slept, I searched for the significance of the date — October 27th — and found it to be the birthday of both Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath.
For many years afterward, far from Houston, long before the Internet, I searched for a copy of "Giles of the Star".
The poems, which are composed in straightforward language and come in a variety of forms, from sonnet and ballad to lyric, are sometimes wistful and romantic ("When we had been apart longer than ever before / Fearfully I searched your letters through for such / Words unknown to me as would say you were / No longer the one I know so well and miss so much"), sometimes playful and dirty.
Before the rally began, I searched for people, walking up and down the line, explaining my existence to whoever would listen.
Thanks for pointedly not looking while a cop pawed around in my underwear and for coming to my defense before I got searched.
Before the changes, if I search for "Trey Ratcliff", his Google+ profile is the 5th result.
To test my theory, I set stringent guidelines before I started searching online coupon sites.
Feeling more dejected in my faith than ever before, I stopped searching.
