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About 100 yds. from the wall of Westside Middle School's gym is Cole Hill, an elevation surrounded by gravel and blacktop roads. It was near here that Mitch and Drew found a site to park the van. They had a clear view of the school's playground, enclosed by chain-link fence, a few hundred feet up the road. Three feet of sage grass, kudzu vines and an array of sapling oaks, sweet gums and acorn trees provided cover. For Mitch and Drew, the spot was perfect...
...Pietraroia limestone beds near Naples, Italy, are celebrated for the exquisite fossils they've yielded up since the early 1800s--gorgeously preserved specimens of prehistoric fish and a few birds. No dinosaurs, though. While the rocks date back some 110 million years, smack in the middle of the terrible lizards' reign, not a single dinosaur bone had ever been found there. As far as amateur paleontologist Giovanni Todesco knew, that dismal record was still intact even after he unearthed a 9-in.-long specimen about a decade ago. The nearly complete skeleton, missing only its tail and the lower part...
...that, adjusted for inflation, are lower than at any time in memory--and lower than average prices during the Depression. Even the higher crude-oil prices of the past few days, should they hold, will add only 5[cents] to 10[cents] per gal.--still keeping retail gasoline prices near their historic lows...
...eyes. But most celebs played it safe, which made ROBIN WILLIAMS' suit--he quipped that it came from "the Giorgio Armani Amish collection"--look all the more stylish. ROD STEIGER went for the minimalist T shirt and jewelry look, apparently unaware that this works only on people with near perfect bodies, like MINNIE DRIVER, who wore a "take that, Matt Damon" Halston. MADONNA mixed designers, but oops, they didn't match...
Mott Street is, in other words, a place you might envision as fashion's capital of spartan black. On a northern tip, though, sits a tiny 1 1/2-year-old shop named Calypso, where, on any given weekend, stylish young shoppers slither past one another to get at a collection of near-sheer pastel sweaters, lacy skirts, candy-colored coats and dusty blue slip dresses, coquettish clothes (most by little known designers) meant to let any suitor know that the woman in them doesn't call first and never goes dutch...