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...zephyrs, perfect flight weather for Daedalus. Temperatures were mild, in the high 60s, ensuring that Kanellopoulos would not burn himself out during the long flight. By 3 a.m., most members of the team were awake. Some made last-minute checks of the weather, while others gently assembled the spindly pink-silver-and-white plane and carried it to the runway. At 7:06 Kanellopoulos eased his 156-lb. frame into the cockpit and began pedaling down the tarmac. "I was expecting the takeoff to be horrible," he recalls. "But it was great with the tail winds that...
...success-driven banker. We see him making connections at cocktail parties, bad-mouthing fellow-workers to his boss and jetting to exotic lands to work out deals. His significant other, Fran (Alice Manning), is just as stereotypical (but then, don't they always come in twos). She feels her pink-collar job as a graphics artist fails to stimulate her intellect and is unsatisfied with her romantic life. So Fran sleeps with...Peter (Peter Crombie), Paul's old '60s throwback friend, who at least talks of the old idealism even if he too has actually lost...
Backed by AFSCME, the union has the resources--financial and legal--to match Harvard. AFSCME is leading the national drive to organize "pink collar" workers and is the leading union on issues of concern to these workers. Yet at Harvard, AFSCME has also shown a willingness to step back and let the workers organize and control their own fate. AFSCME has let the workers decide and that is part of the reason they should decide in its favor...
Upstairs, where he is searching for a pink tie that will do justice to his natty brown suit, Cooper is a picture of tranquillity. In a few minutes, he'll saunter into the spotlight. As always, the crowd will treat him like a favorite uncle, respectfully silent while he explains the rules...
Dogs bark in the Himalayan night. Lights flicker across the hillside. On a pitch-black path framed by pines and covered by a bowl of stars, a few ragged pilgrims shuffle along, muttering ritual chants. Just before dawn, as the snowcaps behind take on a deep pink glow, the crowd that has formed outside the three-story Namgyal Temple in northern India falls silent. A strong, slightly stooping figure strides in, bright eyes alertly scanning the crowd, smooth face breaking into a broad and irrepressible smile. Followed by a group of other shaven-headed monks, all of them in claret...