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...average weekend canoeist seems to be an independent soul who prefers to stay far from the paddling crowd. Says Dave Carleson, who manufactures, rents and sells canoes in Portland, Ore.: "Most people want to enjoy the sounds of the wilderness, or watch riverbank creatures, or explore a lily-pad-laden inlet, or hear the sound of water stirred by their paddles." Hiawatha would have bought that-if not the Potawatomis...
...Plaza hotel's Palm Court, when he saw Margaux, who was in town for a skiing promotion gig. Their eyes locked. They have been in love ever since, and when Margaux arrived in New York last fall, they pooled their resources, rented a grungy Upper East Side pad and settled down to construct the Big Deal. Frequent reassuring trips to the Palm Court were necessary. "If things began to cave in or if we were confused, we would rush over there, sit at a table, and suddenly things became clearer," says Errol. Margaux says, "Errol has horns...
When California Angels Righthander Nolan Ryan pitches, curious things happen. Batters edge back from the plate, opposing managers bench their red-hot hitters, Angel outfielders let fly balls drop in for base hits, and the Angel catcher stuffs a half-inch-thick pad of foam rubber into his glove. The reason: Ryan throws so hard he rewrites the basic customs of the game. Batters inch back because they are scared, managers yank top hitters because they can't connect on high fastballs, Ryan's own outfielders are lulled to sleep by the preponderance of infield outs his pitches...
Messman William F. Bellinger, 52, of Houston: "Every spare moment I scribbled in my diary. For some reason these Cambodian guys never confiscated my pad. But one of them lifted the pen out of my pocket and asked for it. Very polite like. They never took things off you without asking...
Once they knew the diagnosis, the Massies, like most parents in their situation, watched anxiously as their son bumped into furniture. (Suzanne remembers realizing, after she had swathed their entire apartment, that there was no way to pad the whole world.) Inevitably, the growing boy fell and suffered the agonies of internal bleeding and of constantly necessary blood transfusions. The parents blamed themselves whenever he was hurt. At times, the burden became unbearable. Robert Massie confesses how relieved he felt when his job (at Newsweek and later the Saturday Evening Post) legitimately took him away from home, freeing him briefly...