Word: left
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...point rotating 150[degrees]. It slid off the end of the runway, broadsiding a steel tower that held landing lights. When the plane finally came to rest on a bank of the Arkansas River, it had split in three, and a fire had broken out near its left wing. As it erupted in flames, passengers fled for their lives. Nine people, including veteran pilot Captain Richard Buschmann, died--the first fatalities on a major U.S. airline in nearly a year and a half--and 83 were injured...
...Glassley pulls into the lab and drives the car to a natural-gas pump. Drivers are responsible for filling the tank up, even though they may not drive the same car their next time out. There's a lost-and-found for stuff left in the cars: sunglasses, cell phones, coffee mugs. (One guy forgot his baby's car seat.) A website allows sharers at the lab to reserve cars for errand running (at 10[cents] a mile) and to arrange car pools back to the BART station...
...concept to the Guggenheim in Bilbao. The same architect, Frank Gehry, and other big names, worked on the initial plan. But in 1988 Krens moved to the Guggenheim, and the economic boom known as the "Massachusetts Miracle" evaporated, taking the funding with it. Joseph Thompson, Krens' successor, was left holding the baby. He has proved a shrewd parent. Thompson and a local architectural firm, Bruner/Cott & Associates, scaled back the original grand scheme. As a result, they may have ended up with something more interesting...
...next tune, Shame, is in the head of a rich coot ranting about the young woman (and the gun) he needs to be happy. The third song, I'm Dead (but I Don't Know It), is the plaint of a pop singer who, after 30 years, has "nothing left to say/ But I'm gonna say it anyway." Newman dares you to wonder if he thinks he is that played-out star--and if, in the album's closing song (which has the sing-along simplicity of his Pixar film tunes), he is at all serious when he sings...
Lourie's novel purports to be a memoir that Stalin left behind, stashed in a crawl space above the room where he died in 1953. In hard, flat, ruthless prose that is also sometimes horribly funny, Lourie's Stalin, supposedly writing in 1938-39, directs an operation to seek out and assassinate his nemesis, Leon Trotsky, then bunkered in Mexico City, raising rabbits and plotting a comeback...