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APRIL 8 A lobster dinner at Legal Sea Foods, where, over red Bordeaux, he reportedly muses that maybe he could eventually have his own CNN show. To which Monica is said to have replied, "Yeah, you'll have plenty of time when I fire...
...microhikes or wildlife expeditions (there are four adult-supervised camp programs), Mom and Dad get to spend the day birding, learning about astronomy, whale watching or taking a nature writing class. In the late afternoon and evening, everyone regroups for family activities like barbecues, lobster bakes, folk dancing and Native American storytelling...
...having it all, a voracious desire to devour life--and food. Aside from the Mexican chow consumed during this late-afternoon interview, a solicitous valet furnishes Travolta with a box of chocolate ladyfingers, mere snacks "to tide him over" until dinner. Lunch can be an orgy of steamed lobster or an artery-choking beef Wellington. His sister Annie marvels at this "Vanderbilt" life-style, where 24-hour chefs cater to any food fantasy. Even during a marketing powwow for Primary Colors, Nichols recalls, "everyone brought along sandwiches except John, who was served four or five different courses...
...eager tourists, Deer Isle hasremained relatively isolated from tourist traffic.Still, Bar Harbour--the "19th-century resortturned 20th-century tourist town" located on Mt.Desert's eastern shore--is a source of immenseentertainment and deserves to be explored,especially the restaurants. One can't leavewithout a plate of fiery red lobster or bowl ofthick chowder. Bar Harbor can be unduly expensive,so it's best to seek shelter on the quieter westside, known as Southwest Harbor. The AcadiaNational Park offers easy as well as rigoroushiking trails with scenic lake and mountain views.Bikes and canoes can also be rented...
...dead of the night, the hulks of four 372-ft. cooling towers and two high-domed nuclear reactor container buildings were scarcely discernible above the gentle waters of the Susquehanna River. Inside the brightly lit control room of Metropolitan Edison's Unit 2, technicians on the lobster shift one night last week faced a tranquil, even boring watch. Suddenly, at 4 a.m., alarm lights blinked red on their instrument panels. A siren whooped a warning. In the understated jargon of the nuclear power industry, an "event" had occurred. In plain English, it was the beginning of the worst accident...