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Terrington's first warning of the impending disaster came when an emergency warning light and a buzzer went off, signaling trouble in the plane's left engine. At about the same moment, an explosion resounded throughout the airport. "It was like a dull thud," said Neal Andrews, 38, a cab-driver who was waiting in the airport's taxi line. "I thought it was a tire blowing out," Sharon Jessop, 18, a student from Manchester, recalled nine hours after her harrowing escape from the wreckage...
...before, and I've gotten away with some of them," he said a few days after smoking to victory 2.5 sec. ahead of Mario Andretti. A sometime magazine model and former New York City taxi driver, Sullivan, 35, popped up in Manhattan for a post-Indy lap in a cab. He complains that his go-go playboy image is blown out of proportion. "Everyone talks about the glamour life of racing," he says. "I play hard, but I work hard too." It's just that he does it all at around 200 m.p.h...
...America, the work attracted widespread attention, both pro and con, but it ran up a deficit of $100,000; to pay off his share, Glass went back to driving a cab. The experience was worth the price. "The main thing about Einstein is that it put me on the world theater map," he says. "After that I could work in the theater -- not at will, but something close...
...ticket and flew to New York. It was my first plane trip. When I got off the plane, I got in a taxi and told the driver to take me to the middle of everything. That turned out to be Times Square. I think the cab driver was saying, like, "O.K., I'll show her something." I think he got a chuckle out of that. I got out of the cab and I was overwhelmed because the buildings, you know, are really high. I walked east on 42nd Street and then south on Lexington and there was a street fair...
...feel caged in hotel rooms wherever I go. In New Orleans, after the show we took a cab to Bourbon Street. I put a hat on and pulled it down low, but I stepped onto the curb and one person said, "There's Madonna," and then everybody said, "There's Madonna." We started walking down the street looking in windows and watching some jazz groups, and the more we walked, the more people started to follow us. The people don't want to hurt me. They just want to be near me. Actually it hasn't gotten to the point...