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...enough so that inflation gradually subsides, but not so much as to sink the nation into a recession. Administration officials refer to this as guiding the economy to a "soft landing" from its too-rapid pace in the quarter just ended. Estimates of production growth in the second quarter cluster around an annual rate of 9%. Miller prefers to talk of reaching a "sustainable path of growth" of about 4% that can be followed year in, year out without either accelerating inflation or raising joblessness. A 3% rate, he says, would mean more unemployment, a 5% growth bad inflation...
Free-form jazz tends to cluster in downtown Manhattan's SoHo. One of its angels is Rivers, who runs Studio Rivbea, a nonprofit, partially subsidized loft, complete with stage for performing, and directors' chairs and rugs for the audience...
...difficult thing to contemplate the likelihood that one spent five years be ing tortured for nothing. As they cluster together around the Marriott's eight bars and omelet-shaped pool, the P.O.W.s seem compelled to approve of the life they found at home. Nearly all of them are confused, embarrassed or annoyed by their strange hero status. Says John McCain: "It doesn't take a helluva lot of talent to get shot down." Virginia Guttersen ex plains: "To a military man, the P.O.W. is a loser, the guy who didn't complete his mission. The Government made...
...night from the summit overlooking the harbor, there is a stunning view of cold, moonlit mountains bending down to a deep bowl of dark water: Valdez Harbor, Alaska, the end of the endlessly fought-over trans-Alaska pipeline. Far below sits a cluster of saucer-shaped storage tanks. Pairs of fat aluminum pipes stretch toward shipping berths 500 yds. out from shore at the tip of long, brightly lit piers. At one berth, the black shape of a tanker lies like a beached whale being fed intravenously. The tanker is hooked to four hydraulically powered feeder lines. All night long...
MacGregor's clinching argument is a runty border collie with one white eye named Rob Roy. As a cluster of prospective customers watch, MacGregor launches Rob Roy at five skittish Cheviots standing at the far end of a corral 300 yds. long. Using skills his ancestors employed to cut weak animals out of the flock, Rob Roy takes off like a shot, slows to a crawl, inches up to the Cheviots and fixes their apparent leader with a mesmeric stare. As MacGregor yells directions ("way to me, way to me,") meaning circle to the right, Rob Roy nudges...