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When I typed on the keyboard, nothing appeared on the screen. The cursor was nowhere in sight. I hailed (I'll call him "Bob") again and explained my problem. He gave me a disdainful and impatient smile and said, "Well, what do you do when that happens?" and rushed away to help someone else...
...part of workers. Clerks at Hartford's Travelers insurance company no longer just type endless claim forms and pass them along for approval by someone else. Instead they are expected to settle a growing number of minor claims on the spot with a few deft punches of the computer keyboard. Now, says Bob Fenn, director of training at Travelers: "Entry-level clerks have to be capable of using information and making decisions...
...there I was, sitting at the keyboard of an IBM PC AT, my eyes glued to the screen. Game or not, my pulse raced and my hands sweat as the MiG-25 came threateningly closer. Finally it peeled off toward Tripoli, its Soviet- trained pilot seemingly unaware of my 17-ton, coal-black aircraft a few hundred feet below. Apparently the F-19's array of detection-defeating * components, from the radar-absorbent panels on its wings to the nose cone coated with ceramics to minimize telltale infrared radiation, was working as designed. But I had also learned...
Again, I hold no Ph.D. in psychology, but my girlfriend took Psych I, and she says that people who believe in ghosts and confuse mother and father figures have more than a couple of keys sticking in their keyboard. Goodwin's problem with slacks is perhaps symptomatic of a larger malady, something that I once heard Shirley MacLaine during a taping of the Mike Douglas Show call para-pneumoreactionary paralysis. I also have lingering suspicions that Goodwin's obsessive desire to paint LBJ as crazy hints at some problems closer to home. Lurching about accusing the president of being...
...plane drops into cold drizzle at Green Bay, Wis., and there a crowd awaits that would have been no different from the people Kennedy or Nixon might have dropped out of the same sky to try to win. The band, a little forlorn in the night, is drums, electronic keyboard piano and electric guitar, and it sounds like a Milwaukee roadhouse on a Saturday night. It plays Happy Days Are Here Again. The scene is fervent and lonely...