Word: smoothness
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...although it will still be connected by a cable. At that point a pyrotechnic blast will fire a pin across the mouth of the hook, sealing it around the cable; finally, a winch will spool the cable out a bit, reducing the jolt on the helicopter. "It's a smooth transition in the mid-air retrieval," says Brian Johnson, the payload master aboard the chopper...
...John Edwards as "the Natural" choice to be John Kerry's running mate [July 19]. My pick for the natural person to hold high elective office is President George W. Bush. He is not afraid to lead and make tough decisions. Edwards depends on his good looks and smooth speaking for support; Bush sticks to his principles. I will always back a candidate who has true values and stands by them. That is why I will be voting for Bush again this November. Doug Le Mahieu Pella...
...since they weren’t legally a not-for profit,” McLoughlin said. “The reason we’re making everyone move over is that now that we have the agreement in place it makes sense from an organizational standpoint so we can smooth transitional problems...
...That mix is best encountered at La Refuge, tel: (223) 223 3799. It has no street address, so taxi drivers might have trouble finding it. So listen out for the chocolate-smooth, Cuban rumba drifting out from the rutted lanes, a stone's throw from the Rue N'Tomicorobougou. At La Refuge, in a courtyard lit by a lone fluorescent strip, middle-aged couples dance beneath a huge Sahelian moon. Neighborhood goats wander past. And a Malian band, replete with tom-tom, lilting flute and wheelchair-bound keyboardist, will likely be crooning in Portuguese about "Comandante Che Guevara...
...heady mélange that spans infectious Afro-pop, bluesy grooves, hip-hop and a mosaic of traditional genres. That mix is best encountered at La Refuge, tel: (223) 223 3799. It has no street address, so taxi drivers might have trouble finding it. Listen out for the chocolate-smooth Cuban rumba drifting out from the rutted lanes, a stone's throw from the Rue N'Tomicorobougou. At La Refuge, in a courtyard lit by a lone fluorescent strip, middle-aged couples dance beneath a huge Sahelian moon. Neighborhood goats wander past. And a Malian band, replete with...