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...part of an evolving intermodal strategy that has environmental benefits as a by-product. For instance, UPS is now U.S. railroads' largest customer, paying a premium for the fastest trains. "Instead of putting some of our larger loads on an airplane, we can send them by truck, which has an eight times smaller carbon-dioxide footprint, or even better, rail, which is four times as energy efficient as a truck," Davis told TIME...
What's with the fascination with moonshine? I grew up in the Shenandoah Valley and in certain parts of the country, moonshine is a part of the culture. The guy who fixed my truck sold moonshine. We were guys standing around in a field drinking hooch. One of the times I left the valley someone gave me a present of a coil that would sit atop a pressure cooker and turn it into a still. It landed on a bookshelf. And there it was, reminding me that out there in the world, there's someone making moonshine. I came across...
...Isfahan, Iran, 1971 As my parents unload the bags from the taxi, they tell me to sit in the hotel lobby and watch over my 2-year-old brother. I don't, not closely enough, and he waddles into the street, where he is knocked down by a truck. He's fine, if stunned. My parents assure the police that any fault lies not with the truck driver but with them, for leaving a toddler with a 5-year-old. It doesn't matter. The driver is still hauled off to prison. He is held because we are Americans...
That night, my father spends hours at the police station, arguing until the truck driver is released. My dad is a law professor, not a military man, but Isfahan's finest aren't taking any chances, this being the season of the Shah's 2,500-year anniversary of the Persian empire. Just months before, the world's royals and Presidents had flocked to Persepolis - the stone city in the desert built by King Darius and sacked by Alexander the Great - to watch costume parades of ancient Persian soldiers, down Château Lafite-Rothschild 1945 and sleep on Porthault...
...what could be more natural than that? What could be more normal, in an age of ubiquitous media, than to take a stranger for a ride on your garbage truck and complain about your supervisors to the cameras? TV calls, and you must answer. It is as if, as a society, we had been singing in front of a mirror for generations, only to discover that now the mirror can actually see us. And if we are really lucky, it might just offer us a show...