dinger

It must have been taken when they took Dinger away.

There was no way Dinger would have gone into his cover story yet.

Two minutes later the door opened and there was Dinger.

Legs had probably been dead from the time Dinger left him.

My only worry was the thought of me getting shot and not Dinger.

Dinger ran back inside and closed the door behind him.

I heard Dinger being put back into his cell some time later.

In front of the camera Dinger was given a cigarette.

In the top of the 6th, he hit his first, a solo dinger to left center.

It was the last time Dinger would ever perform the song.

As Dinger looked up, he saw one of them pull a knife.

Dinger played drums in concert for the first time since 1972.

Dinger was honking as he hit his head on the way in.

Dinger ran down to the water's edge and hauled him out.

Dinger told him what he was doing and left.

After leaving school in 1963 Dinger began to learn carpentry from his father.

Here Dinger visited her in the summer of 1971.

Like all newcomers he was still a bit on the quiet side, but had become firm friends with Dinger.

Dinger was harder than me; he wouldn't have said a word.

They'd probably looked on Dinger and me with a bit of awe, something to tell the grandchildren about.

No, the only fact I knew for sure was that they had me and Dinger.

Dinger had seen a small pump-hut about 30 feet from the bank.

The military must never challenge the rule of a constitutional government, Dinger insisted.

They picked up Dinger before we could get any eye-to-eye.

While he was being interviewed, I got moved back in with Dinger.