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Almost immediately, reports of bogus parts soared. They came in because mechanics noticed an odd color, or that metal edges were rough, or that boxes were improperly labeled. When Federal Express mechanics ran across starters they thought were fakes, their quality-control department and our agents tore the $10,000 piece apart and found reworked scrap and car parts...
...particular emphasis on bomb detection this time. But I was bitterly disappointed: in 1995 my agents, together with FAA inspectors, carried fake bombs--strapped to their bodies or in briefcases with marzipan candy or other substances arrayed on boards to look like plastic explosives--and guns and knives through metal detectors. They got into secure areas at the big international airports around the country. They were not stopped 40% of the time...
...mishaps. Its planes repeatedly overshot runways and suffered from collapsed landing gears. Planes took off in weather that kept pilots of other airlines on the ground. Fires broke out on planes. Engines exploded. In one blast, the engine spewed shrapnel into the fuselage of a plane, piercing the metal and injuring seven people inside...
These two approaches can result in absurdity when taken to extremes. Professional practice ranges are lined with golfers hitting balls while standing on one foot or rigged up to mechanical swing aids such as metal arm braces or restrictive leg harnesses, all under the watchful eye of their earnest swing coaches. At the same time, no sport attracts more mental mumbo jumbo. Leadbetter says Argentina's Eduardo Romero credits his late-career success to yogic breathing during his swing. Spain's Ignacio Garrido said his win in the 2003 European PGA Championship stemmed from "practicing less, reading more" - particularly...
...thing I have come to love about New York is the incredible diversity you can witness in a relatively small space. Take, for example Bryant Park, the site of my lunch break last Friday. I was sitting at a green metal table with two of my fellow interns, Rachel and Danny. All of a sudden, we hear the aching melody of Savage Garden's "Truly Madly Deeply." We turn slightly and see a man—probably in his late 60s, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses—round the coffee stand. He is dressed in a gray...