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...were hauling diesel fuel in 17 tanker trucks across 60 miles from the U.S. military's main logistics base at Camp Anaconda in Balad to Baghdad International Airport. Just west of Baghdad at about 10:30 a.m., the convoy came under sudden attack on the six-lane Abu Ghraib Expressway. "We're taking fire in the rear!" radioed a truck driver. Within seconds, the entire convoy was under a barrage from an estimated 150 insurgents lurking in roadside shacks. Bullets, rocket-propelled grenades and mortars peppered the vehicles. Fuel, pouring from punctured tankers, turned the highway as slick...
...mininotebook from IBM). It's just like jumping online at Starbucks, and it lets me go wild multitasking--catching up on e-mail and otherwise staying productive while in transit. Rarely am I trapped at a coffee shop, concerned that my workday is slipping away, but the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway can kill an entire afternoon...
...hype and summer blockbusters, it seems easy to feel impressed by a movie well before one stumbles into the freezing dimness of the theater. If the multiplex happens to be in one of countless depressing shopping malls or on the side of the oppressive expressway, the build-up is even bigger. And if the trailer is any good—these days they’re often very, very good—nothing can increase your enthusiasm, not even cheap popcorn...
...would be of little use without branches connecting to suburban communities, and those branches would take yet more land and money. Even worse, the Pike delays that would be necessary for the monorail’s construction would be devastating—just ask commuters on the Van Wyck Expressway in Queens, who suffered for years during the construction of an “AirTrain” to John F. Kennedy International Airport. (Kennedy ’40 was a former Crimson Executive.) And hasn’t Amorello ever seen the cautionary episode of “The Simpsons?...
...year-old Jordan shared his keen anatomical observation on the Major Deegan Expressway while we were on the bus to Camp Hillard, a day camp in Scarsdale, N.Y., where I’ve worked for the past two summers. Jordan wasn’t fazed by my imposing title of “bus captain”—instead, he and his rising first-grade compadres continually shouted out jiggly-centered jibes and poked me as I carefully sidestepped up and down the aisle of the bus. I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing...