VIEWS FROM THE COUCH By 9:30 p.m., I’m usually at home being a couch potato. Bruce never watched much TV, but I’m converting him to my bad habits. We got hooked on “Stranger Things” on Netflix and now we’re watching “Outlander,” a historical time-travel show on Starz. I try to make it to bed by 11. In an earnings call with Wall Street analysts after Under Armour announced its quarterly results, Mr. Plank assured analysts that the company was well positioned heading into next year.
Amazon's HQ2 gained attention as one of the biggest corporate projects in the US, with the e-retailer planning to hire 50,000 workers and spend billion. The company fueled excitement about its plans by inviting cities to pitch themselves as sites for the development. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t be scared,” he said. “It won’t hurt you.”Delivered in 2-3 bussiness days
He presided during the convulsive breakup of AT&T’s Bell System as a telephone service monopoly, as mandated by a 1982 consent decree. Bell had employed a half-million union workers. Julie Hirschfeld Davis, the congressional editor of The New York Times.
Much of his subsequent work also derived from personal experience, notably his 1971 play “Forget-Me-Not Lane,” in which a thinly disguised Mr. Nichols recalls key moments in his youth, including the time his cheerfully eccentric but somewhat puritanical father embarrassed him by walking down a theater aisle and ordering a smutty comedian to quit the stage. The audience hissed at and booed his father and shouted, “Throw him out!” And diplomats say Russia has been pressing the global organization’s leader, Secretary General António Guterres, not to release the conclusions of even the narrowed inquiry.Delivered in 2-3 bussiness days
Log InRepairs have already begun at the Saudis’ Abqaiq plant, the largest facility of its kind in the world. A return to full capacity may take months, energy experts said. In college, when I told one intelligent friend of mine, with confidence and exuberance, that my ambition was to write short stories and, specifically, to write a short story that would be accepted by The New Yorker, he was startled by my certainty. He was also somewhat scornful, and suggested that maybe this should not be the full extent of my ambition. I was so surprised by his reaction that the Manhattan street corner where we were talking is engraved on my memory: Broadway at 114th Street. My fixed ideas had been shaken.