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...visitors take their last look at Leahy's New England village, set behind a large pond. Others crane at the 40-ft.-tall plastic man or gaze fondly over the fairground. Some vendors wear black armbands, but it is a futile gesture of mourning. Buying their last baked potato with sour cream and bacon, taking their last aim at ducks in the gallery shoot, or sizing up a young heifer, most visitors seem oblivious or indifferent to the fact that they are among the last to attend the Great Danbury State Fair...
Zeroing in on Saturn's moons, Voyager 2 discovered surprising contrasts between those icy little worlds. Hyperion, for example, is a small, distant moon shaped like a battered Idaho potato (or, as NASA scientists variously had it, a "hamburger patty" or a mouse-gnawed "hockey puck"). Tethys, closer in, is scarred by a huge crater more than a third as wide as the satellite's own 670-mile diameter, and by a canyon that extends at least two-thirds of the way around it. Apparently the moon was struck by a huge object and badly cracked...
...Palace. On the first day of the two-month exhibit, some 4,000 visitors turned up to see close to 1,000 presents worth an estimated $8 million. This is barely a quarter of what has been received. The royal booty ranges from a slightly withered-looking, heart-shaped potato given by two little sisters from Cheshire to Saudi Crown Prince Fahd's nuptial offering: diamond and sapphire jewelry in a green malachite case, estimated to cost at least $1.5 million. Between the lowly spud and the regal ice are such newlywed staples as goblets, china, tableware, pots...
Once upon a summer's morning, on the stage of the Opera House at Rockport, Me., a lanky bearded man in striped shirt and suspenders, looking as if he were off a potato farm, sits on a piano bench beneath an 1890s-style white-and-gilt proscenium arch. At the First Annual North Atlantic Festival of Storytelling, Michael Parents is speaking of creation...
...just bought $30 worth of fishing gear and plan to spend pleasant Saturdays on Potato Lake rather than listening to the nitpicky diamond dialogue between Tony Kubek and Joe Garagiola. The next strike will involve only me and a fish...