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...night John died, as his plane took off into that gray, fateful sky... Well, I can't really remember what I was doing. Probably watching TV. But when I think of all John and I shared, all we went through together, I realize he was like a third cousin to me or maybe an ex-stepmother's nephew. I hope I've honored that...
...Like heroes in a buddy movie, opposites attract. Striding through Accra's sprawling Makalo market past mounds of fresh pineapple, peppers and salted fish, O'Neill wears black tassel loafers and gray slacks; Bono sports a rumpled safari shirt and his trademark blue wraparound sun glasses. O'Neill, the former head of Alcoa, interrogates vendors on the economics of their business, trying to figure out the impact more U.S. aid might have. Bono walks up to a merchant selling psychedelic tie-died textiles and asks, "Have you ever heard of Jerry Garcia? " When O'Neill's microphone goes awry...
Though it may never feel right to describe the place as clean, the cleanup of the World Trade Center site is done. What was "the Pile," a jagged mountain of knotted steel and concrete, is now a hole, a neatly squared-off, rectangular cavity of 16 gray-brown acres. On May 30, in a ceremony to be attended by thousands of recovery workers, uniformed officers and family members of the victims, an honor guard will carry a flag-draped stretcher out of the pit. With that, the search for bodily remains will effectively end. The fire fighters and construction workers...
...running CBS at 89. Picasso turned out 140 canvases at 88 and was still painting when he died at 92. Great minds aside, how long is a good mind good for? And what can the rest of us do to keep our minds alert and active, to safeguard our gray matter from the inevitable cognitive decline associated with aging...
...believe I ate the whole thing. Flick your Bic. I love New York. It's not Shakespeare, but advertising in the '60s seemed to fuel the Zeitgeist as much as movies or music. The slogans above were the work of Mary Wells Lawrence, the original girl in the gray flannel skirt, the first woman president of a big Madison Avenue firm. Wells was the godmother of a style of advertising that was witty, irreverent and anti-authority. Her memoir, A Big Life, tells the tale of her agency, Wells Rich Greene; her ardent wooing of clients; her even more ardent...