October 11th, 2009
10:08 AM ET

Man goes missing after Bruins hockey game


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Gabriel Falcon
AC360° Writer

The Boston Police Department is asking the public’s help in locating a man who disappeared under mysterious circumstances following a Boston Bruins’ hockey game.

William Hurley, 24, has not been seen or heard from since Thursday night. His fiancé, Claire Mahoney, told CNN that Hurley vanished about a minute after telling her his cell phone battery was running out of power.

“I was just trying to get to him to bring him home before his cell phone died,” Mahoney said. “Then he asked someone passing by on the street what the address is, the person told him it was ’99 Nashua Street.’ I said ‘I’ll be right there,’ and within a minute or two I was right at that location, but he was nowhere to be found.”

Mahoney said the last time she spoke to him was at 8:46 p.m.


Filed under: Crime & Punishment • Gabe Falcon
October 11th, 2009
07:14 AM ET

Dear President Obama #265: 100 days until Obama-mas!

Reporter's Note: President has been in office 265 days. That’s a lot of days and a lot of letters to the White House.

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Tom Foreman | BIO
AC360° Correspondent

Dear Mr. President,

Congratulations! Everyone made so much noise about your first hundred days, let me be the first to wish you the very best of luck as you head into the final hundred days of your first year in office!

I’ll bet you didn’t even notice. That’s how it is with new jobs. When you first get one, you keep track of every hour, then every day, then every week, then suddenly you’re packing a box, moving on to the next opportunity and wondering where all the years went.

I used to work in a grocery store as a stock boy, and let me tell you it could be miserable sometimes. The cardboard boxes would cut the edges of my fingers as I reached in for cans of peaches and beans. The old milk I had to dispose of in the back room sink was so vile it made me gasp for air. My arms ached from mopping up spills on aisle four, and five, and six…and you know the rest.

So I came up with a trick. When I was scheduled for a particularly long shift, like 12 hours, I would imagine precisely what it was going to feel like when I was done. I would briefly close my eyes, blocking out the smells, sounds, and the buzz of shoppers; and I would think about how the night air would feel on my skin, how the store lights would flicker out behind me, and how the farm fields would roll past as I went home. And how the hours, once safely put behind me, would feel like no time at all. It worked and helped me through some awfully long days.