There were the phone calls and Elvis had asked me to visit him in Los Angeles. This was in 1962.

My wife had taken off on a plane. Two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. I, of course, like any other person, felt potentially devastated, panicky a little bit.

It is vital that we get these policies right as we take forward our plans to drive down the deficit and transform our economy.

To see a man slip on a banana skin is to see a rationally structured system suddenly translated into a whirling machine.

Written By Marshall McLuhan

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