The person they most wanted was Don Estridge, who had built IBM鈥檚 personal computer division from scratch and launched a PC that, even though Jobs and his team disparaged it, was now outselling Apple鈥檚. Estridge had sheltered his division in Boca Raton, Florida, safely removed from the corporate mentality of Armonk, New York. Like Jobs, he was driven and inspiring, but unlike Jobs, he had the ability to allow others to think that his brilliant ideas were their own. Jobs flew to Boca Raton with the offer of a $1 million salary and a $1 million signing bonus, but Estridge turned him down. He was not the type who would jump ship to join the enemy. He also enjoyed being part of the establishment, a member of the Navy rather than a pirate. He was discomforted by Jobs鈥檚 tales of ripping off the phone company. When asked where he worked, he loved to be able to answer 鈥淚BM.鈥? Across the street from the Jobs family lived a man who had become successful as a real estate agent. 鈥淗e wasn鈥檛 that bright,鈥?Jobs recalled, 鈥渂ut he seemed to be making a fortune. So my dad thought, 鈥業 can do that.鈥?He worked so hard, I remember. He took these night classes, passed the license test, and got into real estate. Then the bottom fell out of the market.鈥?As a result, the family found itself financially strapped for a year or so while Steve was in elementary school. His mother took a job as a bookkeeper for Varian Associates, a company that made scientific instruments, and they took out a second mortgage. One day his fourth-grade teacher asked him, 鈥淲hat is it you don鈥檛 understand about the universe?鈥?Jobs replied, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 understand why all of a sudden my dad is so broke.鈥?He was proud that his father never adopted a servile attitude or slick style that may have made him a better salesman. 鈥淵ou had to suck up to people to sell real estate, and he wasn鈥檛 good at that and it wasn鈥檛 in his nature. I admired him for that.鈥?Paul Jobs went back to being a mechanic. The press was also still writing about fund-raising in the 1996 campaign. Among other things, they were agitated that I had invited people who had contributed to my campaign in 1992 to spend the night at the White House, even though, as with all guests, I paid for the costs of meals and other refreshments. The implication was that I had been selling overnights in the White House to raise money for the DNC. It was ridiculous. I was an incumbent President who led in the polls from start to finish; raising money was no problem, and even if it had been, I would never have used the White House in that way. At the end of the month, I released a list of all overnight guests in the first term. There were hundreds of them, about 85 percent of whom were relatives, friends of Chelseas, foreign visitors and other dignitaries, or people whom Hillary and I had known before I started running for President. As for my supporters from 92 who were also my friends, I wanted as many of them as possible to have the honor of spending the night in the White House. Often, given the long hours I worked, the only time I had to visit with people in an informal way was late at night. There was never a single case when I raised money because of this practice. My critics seemed to be saying that the only people who shouldnt be overnight guests were friends and supporters. When I released the list, many people on it were questioned by the press. One reporter called Tony Campolo and asked if hed given me a contribution. When he said he had, he was asked how much. I think $25, he said, but it might have been $50. Oh, the reporter replied, we dont want to talk to you, and hung up. 超碰国产人人做人人爽 "All the same, Elliott was dead-stuck on her. Bimeby he heard some way that some stay-at-home widower was settin' up to her, and she was encouragin' him, and finally married him. When Elliott heard that he was completely beside himself. He lost all appetite for everything but whisky and the blood of widowers. Whenever he found a man who was a widower he wanted to kill him. At Chickamauga, he'd pick out the men that looked old enough to be widowers, and shoot at them, and no others. In the last charge he got separated, and was by himself with a tall rebel with a gray beard. 'I surrender,' said the rebel. 'Are you a widower?' asked Elliott. 'I'm sorry to say that my wife's dead,' said the rebel. 'Then you can't surrender. I'm goin' to kill you,' said Elliott. But he'd bin throwed off his guard by too much talkin'. The rebel got the drop on him, and killed him." "Guerrillas," said Shorty.