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...calculus has several steps, Feinberg explains. First, the government will estimate how much a victim would have earned over his or her lifetime had the planes never crashed. That means a broker's family will qualify for a vastly higher award than a window washer's family. To estimate this amount, each family was handed an easy-to-read chart on the way into the meeting: Find your loved one's age and income and follow your finger to the magic number. Note that the lifetime earnings have been boosted by a flat $250,000 for "pain and suffering"--noneconomic...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: WTC Victims: What's A Life Worth? | 2/6/2002 | See Source »

Steven G. Catalano smiled as he looked out the window of his office at the new headquarters of the Harvard University Police Department (HUPD...

Author: By Jenifer L. Steinhardt, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: HUPD Enjoys Move to New Headquarters | 2/5/2002 | See Source »

...Tobin Bridge from here, and this isn’t even the best view,” said Catalano, the HUPD spokesperson. This is his first HUPD office with a window view...

Author: By Jenifer L. Steinhardt, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: HUPD Enjoys Move to New Headquarters | 2/5/2002 | See Source »

...famously used to spend hours trimming back the branches of trees at the ranch--for more of a view, and to get firewood. Now he looks out a large window at a thick bank of oak trees standing like silent green witnesses to the life on the other side of the glass. Hermann Hesse wrote, "A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening." What does my father think of when he looks out at the oak trees? Does he dream? Feel old longings stir somewhere in him? There are pictures...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: What We'll Do For Dad On His 91st Birthday | 2/4/2002 | See Source »

Canal Street is the clogged artery of lower Manhattan, a pothole-riddled, axle-breaking highway stuffed with trucks belching their way from the Jersey shore to Long Island. I love it. On a visit last week, I wove past Asian markets with windows full of roast ducks and durians, checked out prices in tiny perfume stores with Vietnamese names on the window and peered into that weird place that appears to sell nothing but fans (kitchen ones). I stopped in a tattoo parlor as three teenage girls from Queens, in J. Lo jackets and spray-on jeans, hovered nervously...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: From Davos To New York | 2/4/2002 | See Source »

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