Bruce Nauman uses neon not to advertise a product or service but to make absurd or insulting proclamations, and his fiberglass is heavy and unsleek.

Perhaps this distraction was perversely comforting for a dyed-in-the-wool antimachinist like Orr, a sense of continuity at a time of great emotional confusion.

As he taxied out to the far side of the field, 38-year-old Captain Benton R. (Lucky) Baldwin was cleared for takeoff. The control tower gave him his choice of two runways—No. 13 or No. 18.

He desired to cut certain throats with a sharp trench-knife that he had.