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...simple enough: hooking up AT&T and TCI (1997 revenues: $7.6 billion) "will enable us to offer a full portfolio of services with one connection from one company. And this is a big deal." So big, in fact, that there was a hint of desperation about the merger, which sped to a conclusion after just eight days of talks in the Manhattan offices of Wachtell, Lipton, AT&T's legal counsel. "Time was closing in on us," says Armstrong, who at 59 remains a man in a hurry who relaxes by roaring down roads on his Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Concurs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AT&T's Power Shake | 7/6/1998 | See Source »

...finally made it to an upright position. I ran as fast as I could around to the front of the motel. I saw a car with people in it and screamed at them to help me, but they sped away. I ran into the motel office and got the night guard. As we ran back to my mother, I screamed at the guard to run faster and yelled "Mom! I got help! We're coming...

Author: By Jennifer M. Rhodes, | Title: More Than Survival | 4/24/1998 | See Source »

...Annan sped from the palace back to his guest house and briefed Secretary of State Madeleine Albright by phone. But communications from Baghdad were scratchy, and the line probably had uninvited listeners. Washington's top officials got the encouraging word that Saddam had agreed to open all his buildings to arms-control inspectors, but Clinton and his team were wringing their hands about the details they didn't know...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Can This Deal Work? | 3/9/1998 | See Source »

...Leonard Avenue resident reports that while walking towards Central Square, she observed a car slowing down as if to follow her. The woman reports that she sped up at which point a man rolled down the window of the car and told her, "Come here and we'll take care...

Author: By Marc J. Ambinder, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Cambridge Police Log | 2/18/1998 | See Source »

This September I boarded a plane that sped me across the Atlantic, far from the shores of the U.S.A., and I didn't look back once. I landed on Spanish soil prepared to be enchanted by absolutely everything, and enchanted I was. There were orange trees lining the streets and bottles of red wine at every meal. The country closed down from two to five daily as everyone went home for a leisurely midday meal. The nightlife didn't get underway until midnight, and the streets were choked with party-goers until the wee hours of the morning...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: An 'American' Girl | 2/10/1998 | See Source »

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