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Still, in a handful of cities and towns, women make up the majority of the local government. Take McLean, Texas, a town off Old Route 66 that has a single stoplight. McLean has a female mayor and, despite the gendered nature of the word, a board of aldermen that is half women. In fact, until its most recent election, the board was entirely female. McLean, pop. 830, also has a female postmaster, justice of the peace, newspaper editor and principal of the schools. "We had a previous administration that had internal problems. People around town kept asking...
...Virtuous Bhutan Party), which is seen as the more royalist of the two--comes as Bhutan grapples with its shifting place in the world. Squeezed between giants China and India, it has slowly opened up over the past few decades. There still may not be a single stoplight in the capital, Thimphu, but there are Internet cafés. Bhutan's royal leaders are prodding their tiny nation into the rushing stream of globalization. "The concerns of the nation are the same--everyone is aware of them," says Dorji Namgay, an engineer, during a visit to his home by Lyonpo Ugyen...
...down to the Bronx in silence. I had never heard him speak, ever, so I took his lack of words as a good sign.“Pull up here and make a right.” That sounded familiar. I pulled up to a red stoplight, with my blinker on, looked to see if anyone was coming, and flawlessly turned right. I tried to peer out of the corner of my eye to see DMV guy’s face. I knew he’d be impressed.“Okay, you can stop here...
...BlackBerry guy, and I love the BlackBerry. I look forward to a stoplight. I look forward to an escalator. I look forward to an elevator where I have to not look at the other person because I can bang out an email and then when I get back, I look forward to delays for a flight. I look forward to that wait time in a hotel lobby. Then when I check into the hotel, I don't have to open up the laptop and then start working again...
...that they’re jerks on the road—I’ve driven alongside my share of New York cabbies and asphalt cowboys. Boston drivers are a different breed. Their driving wavers somewhere between oblivious and schizophrenic. They stop dutifully in the left lane at a stoplight because that’s the lane they were driving in—even though there’s nobody in the other lane. They fade between lanes with no semblance of purpose—or sometimes even intention. I’ve driven in front of buses at night...