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...behavior of the people walking through that passageway. Scores of men and women in suits walked right past her, heads never even turning, as if she didn’t exist. Others glanced at her and seemed to hesitate with their heads, but were propelled onwards by their feet. It almost seemed like the Devil was playing a game of Lemmings with men and women in business suits, and they were dropping, one by one, off the plane of sanity...
...Since I typically use Sony Street-Style headphones, the larger wraparound style didn't weigh me down, though bud lovers certainly will have to adjust. Though you can use the headphones at up to 30 feet from the iPod itself, this is really for close-in convenience. Instead of having a cord dangling awkwardly from your head down to your pocket, purse or backpack, you have the freedom to hide your iPod away. Set your playlist, drop it in your bag, then wander around, letting people on the sidewalk, at the gym or on the bus wonder where your music...
...that you can leave your mobile phone in a spot near the window where it gets the best reception, yet carry on animated conversations walking all around the house with the Uniden cordless handset. The only restriction is that your mobile needs to be within about 30 feet of the cordless phone's base station, and preferably a lot closer...
...Olen Barrage's Old Jolly Farm, six miles southwest of Philadelphia, Miss. Through the scrub pines and bitterweed, they bulldozed a path to the dam, then brought up a lumbering dragline whose huge bucket shovel began chewing a V-shaped wedge out of the 25-ft.-high levee. Twenty feet down, the shovel uncovered the fully clothed, badly decomposed bodies of three young men, lying side by side in a pocket of red clay. They had been dumped there while the dam was still being built, and in the weeks afterward a local contractor had unknowingly piled earth higher...
Nine hundred feet below the pavement, Owney Morrison works on a tunnel that will bring water to millions of New York City taps. Drill, blast, drill, blast, 45 ft. a day, 225 ft. a week. The job will take years and men's lives. Some will get careless and fall down shafts; others will be blown up when they stick their drills into holes containing unexploded charges. Most will succumb to what can euphemistically be called the sandhog's life-style, a grimy regimen that scorns the world of paper pushers and blots out feelings with alcohol...