NYT-1201: STATE OF THE ART A Thermostat That's Clever, Not ...
NYT-1201: STATE OF THE ART A Thermostat That's Clever, Not ...
NYT-1201: STATE OF THE ART A Thermostat That's Clever, Not ...
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h a long sock and a winter hat.<br />
The pair got onto a southbound A train at 207th St<br />
reet. After Dr. Foreman chose a corner seat, Dr. B<br />
azil sat across from him to take notes. When the t<br />
rain left the station at 6:09 p.m., it seemed unli<br />
kely that Dr. Foreman would get any sleep. The tra<br />
in’s operator screeched the cars along as if she w<br />
ere training for Formula One. She shouted into the<br />
loudspeakers that her train was late, and peeled<br />
from stop to stop.<br />
Dr. Foreman yawned, folded his arms, crossed his l<br />
egs and shut his eyes. He opened his eyes when the<br />
train stopped. His eyes fluttered when several ne<br />
urologists boarded and chatted over his shoulder.<br />
The train jostled. He opened his eyes and yawned d<br />
eeply.<br />
By 6:18 p.m., two minutes after Dr. Foreman left t<br />
he 168th Street station, he looked as if he was fa<br />
lling asleep. He first held his head up and kept h<br />
is arms crossed. But he let his head nod back and<br />
forth slightly. Then his head fell, and he dozed u<br />
ntil 59th Street — no doubt aided by the uninterru<br />
pted run from 125th Street. As the doors opened at<br />
59th Street, Dr. Foreman jumped up and hopped off<br />
the train.<br />
After they briefly celebrated what looked like a s<br />
uccessful subway nap, the doctors boarded an uptow<br />
n train to see if Dr. Foreman could fall asleep ag<br />
ain. Dr. Foreman found a seat lodged between two p<br />
assengers. He put on his jacket hood, crossed his<br />
legs, folded his arms and let his head fall. While<br />
the conductor was quieter on this train, Dr. Fore<br />
man could not get back to sleep. At 145th Street,<br />
when a vendor stood before him and shouted that he<br />
was selling four DVDs for $10, Dr. Foreman opened<br />
his eyes widely.<br />
“No luck,” he said.