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...town of Poggibonsi suddenly realizes he has forgotten his driver's license. Che male fortuna, it's in his pants pocket at home. So he whirls the truck around and heads back. When he rings the doorbell, his wife leans out the window. "What's wrong, mio caro?" she asks sweetly. "I forgot my license." "Wait, I'll throw it down to you," she chirps. Back on the road to Rome, the truck driver is stopped by the police for a routine check. The driver's license he produces isn't his. Double take...
...Cercle. Almost everyone Mills asked advised him not to buy Morocco, which had been falling off since John Perona died and his son Edwin moved the whole place two blocks farther east. And the rise of discothèques such as Le Club, Shepheard's and II Mio had diverted the patronage of the restless junior jets. But on the basis of his London record, it could be presumed that Mills knew what he was doing...
...hadn't been so hot, Italians might have noticed that a new government -their 25th since 1943 - had been sworn in somewhere in the middle of last week. If it had been a new government, that is. As it was, Dio mio, there wasn't much to notice except the hottest summer in a decade. And storm warnings that a full-scale political crisis might...
...Surf? Manhattan's other two discotheques are clubs. At L'Interdit, in the Gotham, the atmosphere is bistro-red-walled, checked-tableclothed and dark. The crowd there is young. Members under 35 pay $50 initiation and yearly dues; over 35, the tab jumps to $100. II Mio, in Delmonico's, makes no concessions to youth; the figure is $100 for everybody over 21. II Mio, which calls itself a discoteca, takes fewer chances of slipped disques; the music is almost possible to talk to-a situation that disgusts a gentleman called Killer Joe Piro. "There...
...growing village of Sartène. Barefoot, masked in a blood-red hood with eye slits, the bent figure staggered under the weight of a massive oak cross. From his right ankle dragged a clanking, 31-lb. chain. And from under the hood came an anguished, muffled chant: "Perdonno, mio dio . . . Perdonno...