Word: hadn
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...what Najarian was doing was so wrong, his supporters ask, why did the FDA and the university wait so long to act? "The paper work [required by the FDA] didn't get done," observes transplant surgeon David Sutherland, Najarian's longtime colleague. "But the paper work hadn't been getting done for more than 20 years." Moreover, the sale and success of alg were never a secret. From the beginning, says University of Minnesota medical historian Leonard Wilson, Najarian told the FDA that he intended to produce the drug for more than his own use. Says Wilson: "The FDA would...
...finds herself in a comfortable Baltimore home with three nearly grown children and no intelligible reasons for staying where she is. She reads paperback romances out of boredom and feels excluded from the fun. "She was," she tells herself, "a sad, tired, anxious, forty-year-old woman who hadn't had a champagne brunch in decades...
...mother a housewife and seamstress, and so I have had the experience of being a member of the Lumpenproletariat (which somehow seemed appropriate, since Karl Marx's birthday always falls on Cinco de Mayo). However, Harvard is supposed to be a pass to bigger and better things, and I hadn't expected to end up shoveling popcorn into Value Size cardboard containers. Soon enough that enterprising Harvard spirit set in: I set my sights on being employee of the month. I was sure that if I played my cards right I could achieve it before the end of the summer...
...receptionist at the Califor nia Forestry Association office in Sacramento hadn't had so much trouble opening the shoebox-size package that arrived in the mail last Monday, she would now be dead. She survives only because she carried the box in to her boss, the organization's president, Gilbert Murray, and left it with him. He started to unwrap it-and the package blew up in his hands. The blast, which killed Murray,47, instantly, was powerful enough to knock two doors off their hinges and blow gashes into the ceiling panels. And it was loud enough...
...private conversation started me down this path because my friend asked me a fundamental question that hadn't been asked in a long time. In not so many words, he asked a question for which he assumed I had an easy answer: Why do you like sports...