Word: board
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...figures quoted from the National Transportation Safety Board on the relative safety of riding big airlines v. little airlines [July 18] appear impressive at first glance: the "bigs" kill only .25 people per 100 million passenger-miles while the "littles" kill 7.65 people per 100 million passenger...
...make a ridiculous example of the Safety Board's statistics by converting their figures to fatalities per 1,000,000 flights. We can say, within reason, that the average flight for the bigs nets 50,000 passenger-miles and that the average flight for the littles nets 100 passenger-miles. The bigs then fly 2,000 flights for 100 million passenger-miles, and the littles fly 1,000,000 flights for 10 million passenger-miles. The bigs are therefore killing 125 people per 1,000,000 flights while the littles are killing only 7.65 people...
...with buoyant enthusiasm. At the same time, over 4,000 miles away in Houston's Mission Control, nerve center of the flight, John F. Kennedy's 1961 pledge that the U.S. would land a man on the moon "before this decade is out" flashed on a display board. Near by, a smaller screen carried Apollo 11 's Eagle emblem along with the immensely proud statement: "Task accomplished . . . July...
...maneuvers near and on the moon-if only because they had never before been attempted. As the mission reached its climactic moments and Eagle, the lunar module, was curving down to within a few miles of the moon, Eagle's computer reported: "Program alarm." Eagle's on-board computer was being asked to make too many calculations in the frenetic moments before touchdown. It had begun to balk at having to track Columbia while also making the final descent. "It gave us grave concern," said Director of Flight Operations Chris Kraft. Mission Control quickly spotted the cause...
...down the celebrants numbered close to 3,000, and one of them-a shapely blonde-had been heaved into the pool. A man in a business suit dived after her. Another dived after him. A bikini-clad go-go dancer go-goed it on the diving board (to the low-down accompaniment of a group called "The Astronauts"), while leering spectators grabbed for her, missed, and tumbled into the drink. By dawn, the only thing that moved was the attendant with the heavy-duty vacuum cleaner that was slowly sucking up the mess around the poolside...