News anchor Siobhan Riley was innocently drawing on a map to illustrate the traffic situation in a live newscast.
There is a slight knocking noise on the phone line, not nearly the worst interference I’ve heard on a phone call to Mexico, but Kevin Huckabee apologizes anyway. “Sorry about the noise in here,” he says in the same low Texan half-mumble I remember from our first meeting in Jurez two months ago
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You’re an architect who comes from a family of builders. Those two professions don’t always get along.
During the real estate boom, new home construction became a game of ever increasing square-footage.
When America’s Catholic bishops gather next week in Baltimore for a four-day conference, they will hear an update on the Catholic Church’s ongoing fight to convince the country that marriage as an institution should never include gay couples, and they’ll get a sneak peek at how that fight will be waged in the coming year. Videos aimed at priests and deacons are being produced in English and Spanish to give the pastors better tools to reach their parishioners, especially young people, whom the church fears need reminding about its basic teachings on marriage, love and sex.
How close did Gary Faulkner, the shaggy Colorado construction worker arrested in Pakistan on Sunday, come to tracking down his prey, Osama bin Laden in the mountains along the Afghan border? Very close, according to his brother, Scott, a physician in Fort Morgan, Col.
One of the most ambitious efforts to transform city skylines around the globe is nearly invisible. That’s because the changes, aimed at drastically reducing energy consumption and carbon emissions in tall buildings, are happening in places most people never venture–in subterranean boiler rooms, behind radiators, under desks and inside the massive walls of office towers built decades ago.
For most Americans, a job is a social undertaking. On assembly lines and at construction sites, in offices and around operating tables, many hands make light work.
The railroad station in the Angolan town of Dondo hasn’t seen a train in years. Its windows are boarded up, its pale pink faade crumbling away; the local coffee trade that Portuguese colonialists founded long ago is a distant memory, victim of a civil war that lasted for 27 years