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...course books don't talk about maneuvering Manhattan in a snowstorm. "They'll % soon find out," smiles a young instructor. "Drove ten years, truckin' got both my wives." Truck-company reps, roaming the halls to recruit talent, mince no words about the tough life. "Glory goes out the window when you're pounding 5,000 miles a week," says an old-timer. "Trucking used to be an honorable profession too. Now a lady can't even get on the CB without getting harassed. And John Q. hates us." As Instructor Ed Bagby warns his students, "A lot of drivers have...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Texas: Where Road Scholars Get Their Education | 3/14/1988 | See Source »

...police provide squad-car escorts, but they cannot follow every bus. Besides, they often become targets themselves. Bottles are routinely hurled at patrol cars, and a shopping cart, an automobile transmission and even a refrigerator have been heaved out of high-rise windows, narrowly missing the cruisers. The Guardian Angels have taken to patrolling the buses, but drivers complain that the red-bereted figures make them a more attractive target. On the Guardians' first bus patrol two weeks ago, Founder Curtis Sliwa and his squad hit the deck along with terrified passengers when a lead pipe smashed through a window...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Savage Ride: Buses in a crack zone | 3/7/1988 | See Source »

...describing the effect he hopes his lyrics will have on the band's audience, Magus discusses Plato's theory on the esoteric and the exoteric, saying that the hidden meaning of his songs will become apparent after repeated listenings. "I like my songs to be sort of like a window to look through; you can see anything however you want to," Magus has said...

Author: By Jennifer Griffin, | Title: Simon Says | 3/5/1988 | See Source »

...smell of leather and mud and sunshine is what I seek every time I open my window in March. A breeze tosses me from Cambridge to my high school gym to Winter Haven and back again, gazing across the River at the Boston skyline...

Author: By Jessica Dorman, | Title: The Grapefruit League | 3/5/1988 | See Source »

Finally, the man asked the teller to please ring his little bell so that he would know to proceed to his window, at which point the teller told him that the bell was broken. But anality defies pragmatism, and so the man left in a snit, muttering something about system failures and anarchy...

Author: By John J. Murphy, | Title: A Freudian Interpretation of Harvard Life | 3/3/1988 | See Source »

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