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...summer vacationers had vanished, and the juke joints along the shore looked ready to be boarded up. In the little village of Greenwood Lake, N.Y., only the Long Pond Inn showed signs of life. There the champ's camp followers-boxing writers soaking up free drink, ex-athletes gone fat in the jowls, the kind of women who get their names tattooed on sailors-swapped yarns as they waited for Sugar Ray Robinson, middleweight champion of the world...
...architects Steinhardt & Thompson. Delicately poised on top of a mountain (which Yoshimura found similar to the settings of Japanese country inns), the motel is a complex of 14 buildings joined by covered walks. It has overhanging, many-levelled roofs, exposed beams, balconies and graceful stilts. Nearby are swimming pool, pond and a lake landscaped in Japanese style. Inside, the private rooms are furnished with an eye to simplicity; the public rooms are made flexible in size by sliding shoji panels. To permanent residents of the area it is not the Motel on the Mountain, but "the Japanese motel...
Monaco's Prince Rainier left his small pond on the Mediterranean, journeyed to a bigger pool at Gstaad, Switzerland for a vacation with Princess Grace. There he alienated music lovers and continued his vendetta against cameramen by showing up at a concert with Grace ten minutes late, strong-arming a photographer who tried to snap him and his half-sprouted goatee. Then, at intermission, petulant Rainier walked out on Violinist Yehudi Menuhin and Composer Benjamin Britten before a performance of five of Britten's short pieces...
Covering the Waterfront. In Springfield, Mass., a woman rushed up to Edward P. Hannigan, a tourist-booth attendant, breathlessly asked for directions to all the swimming places within a ten-mile radius, explaining that she had left her children at a pond and couldn't remember which...
...Time," wrote contemplative Henry David Thoreau (1817-62), "is but the stream I go a-fishing in." Recluse Thoreau (Walden, 1854), who lived for 26 months in a spare, do-it-yourself hut (cost: $28.12) in the serene wilderness of Massachusetts' Walden Pond, might have locked his creaky door had he caught a glimpse of the U.S. last week. It was a remarkable sight. In the heat of this midsummer, the nation looked upon time not as a quiet stream but as a bubbling spring from which it might satisfy an endless thirst for motion...