Word: go
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...storm our ramparts, we'll pour boiling water on them.' " He claims these suburban offices are such lonely places that consultants have to be imported as visitors. "One guy said, 'You've missed an important point. It is true no one comes out to see us. But when we go into town, we're much more careful, and we schedule ourselves much more efficiently than otherwise would be the case.' He proceeded to sketch out a formula for cutting yourself off from any unplanned encounter." And the unplanned encounter, Whyte concludes, is one of the joys of urban life...
...then, go on living in Manhattan, as he has done for decades? "You've got to be crazy to live in Manhattan," Whyte concludes. Crazy about cities...
...came calling with an offer for her to become 60 Minutes' first female correspondent. Joining the old-boy network of Wallace, Morley Safer, Harry Reasoner and Ed Bradley was not easy, and reviews of her performance were mixed. Producers found her, as usual, to be a trouper -- willing to go anywhere, endure any hardship for a story. "She has a lot of cold blood," says producer Anne de Boismilon. "You can never feel fear coming from her." Others, however, grew impatient with her for endlessly tinkering with stories. "She could drive a producer crazy fixing, then fixing again and again...
McPhee's heroes are not content to go with the flow, be it the Mississippi River's wanton meanderings, the angry surge of molten rock from an Icelandic volcano, or the periodic slide of real estate in California's San Gabriel Mountains, where waterborne debris can roar down hillsides and turn million- dollar dream houses into nightmares for owners and insurance companies. McPhee's strength is the odd detail of natural disaster: "The house became buried to the eaves. Boulders sat on the roof. Thirteen automobiles were packed around the building, including five in the pool . . . The stuck horn...
...about 10 p.m., just as I was pulling into the parking lot, I heard a car alarm go off, in another lot off to the side. I pulled into my designated spot, and the gentleman whose home faced the spot where I parked came to the door and very abruptly made the statement 'Do we have to put up with this kind of racket every night?' The only thing I could say was 'That wasn't my car. I don't have an auto alarm...