Jack Miller, the managing editor, called her in to see him the following week, on a Friday morning.

The current president of the university is Jack Miller.

Jack Miller, like many a cancer victim, found his intolerable.

Jack Miller was trying to decide if he should give Flight 52 more time.

Jack Miller jumped out of his chair and sent it rolling into the desk behind him.

"Over here," answered Jack Miller, his voice the only sound in the suddenly silent room.

Jack Miller moved around the men and picked up the phone.

Jack Miller walked alone through the long empty corridor outside the dispatch office.

Jack Miller stood alone in the corridor for a few seconds.

Jack Miller had seen nothing like it in his fifty two years in the valley.

Jack Miller, the managing editor, called her in to see him the following week, on a Friday morning.

The current president of the university is Jack Miller.

Jack Miller, like many a cancer victim, found his intolerable.

Jack Miller was trying to decide if he should give Flight 52 more time.

Jack Miller jumped out of his chair and sent it rolling into the desk behind him.

"Over here," answered Jack Miller, his voice the only sound in the suddenly silent room.

Jack Miller moved around the men and picked up the phone.

Jack Miller walked alone through the long empty corridor outside the dispatch office.

Jack Miller stood alone in the corridor for a few seconds.

Jack Miller had seen nothing like it in his fifty two years in the valley.

Jack Miller, the managing editor, called her in to see him the following week, on a Friday morning.

The current president of the university is Jack Miller.

Jack Miller, like many a cancer victim, found his intolerable.

Jack Miller was trying to decide if he should give Flight 52 more time.

Jack Miller jumped out of his chair and sent it rolling into the desk behind him.

"Over here," answered Jack Miller, his voice the only sound in the suddenly silent room.

Jack Miller moved around the men and picked up the phone.

Jack Miller walked alone through the long empty corridor outside the dispatch office.

Jack Miller stood alone in the corridor for a few seconds.

Jack Miller had seen nothing like it in his fifty two years in the valley.

Jack Miller, the managing editor, called her in to see him the following week, on a Friday morning.

The current president of the university is Jack Miller.

Jack Miller, like many a cancer victim, found his intolerable.

Jack Miller was trying to decide if he should give Flight 52 more time.

Jack Miller jumped out of his chair and sent it rolling into the desk behind him.

"Over here," answered Jack Miller, his voice the only sound in the suddenly silent room.

Jack Miller moved around the men and picked up the phone.

Jack Miller walked alone through the long empty corridor outside the dispatch office.

Jack Miller stood alone in the corridor for a few seconds.

Jack Miller had seen nothing like it in his fifty two years in the valley.