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...most cosmopolitan display of military hardware ever seen in Africa. Up Kinshasa's Boulevard of June 30 last week marched phalanxes of white-gloved, Belgian-trained units proudly bearing Belgian FN rifles. Next an elite division, trained by North Koreans and sporting Pyongyang-made AK-47 automatic rifles, goose-stepped up the avenue. Then came a parade of American amphibious vehicles, Japanese jeeps, French Panhard armored cars. At the end, to great cheers, 30 Chinese T-62 tanks rumbled by, scarring the broad boulevard, whose floral center strip had been paved over...
Skateboarders have been clocked on Sunset Boulevard at more than 42 m.p.h., and claim to reach speeds of 60 m.p.h. Southern California hospitals reported a 100% increase last summer in admissions of teen-agers with broken or fractured limbs, particularly "skateboard elbow," caused by landing funny-bone-first. To cut down the carnage rate, Long Beach, San Diego and other communities have banned skateboarding in the streets and parks; Hollywood Hills' celebrated "Toilet Bowl," a vast, saucer-like storm drain that attracts thousands of skateboard stunters each week, has been modified with antispeed bumps to slow the action; some...
...take any one game as seriously as Boston fans; there is a sense of permanence and resilience about the Orioles in Baltimore that would be utterly lost to the torrent of flesh that anguishes its way down Brookline Avenue after a Red Sox loss. When the Orioles lose, the boulevard outside does not ring with tragedy. Nothing is as precarious as the short-left field wall in Boston might convince...
Lately, the intruders have become so confident that they amble about in broad daylight. An angry Pacific Palisades resident tells of how he, his milkman and a passing motorist "stopped in amazement one morning to watch a pack of four with two pups strolling up Sunset Boulevard...
...mayor, who still lives in the working-class quarter of Borgo San Paolo, remembers his youth: "My parents used to take me to the Piazza Sabotino for ice cream. They met their friends; I saw my schoolmates. There was a hedge row we called the Vialle dei Sederi ["Bottom Boulevard"] because of the great row of buttocks of people sitting there talking. Nowadays Piazza Sabotino looks like the track at Le Mans-no trees, no benches, just traffic and the chaotic sameness of the rest of the city." Someday Novelli, in what may be his most radical plan, also wants...