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...Three-year-old: Can I see the blood...
...captures everything delightful and dodgy about Animal Planet. A personable Australian with Barney Rubble-esque good looks, Irwin trots the globe to wrestle crocs and dangle poisonous snakes by the tail, evading bite after bite, narrating breathlessly and popeyed as if reading a scary story to a three-year-old. ("G'day, and welcome to the Dah-h-hk Continent!") His antics give kids--an A.P. target audience--an educational alternative to Dragon Ball Z, and he offers a conservationist message. But his show's lessons are pretty basic--essentially, "Animals can kill you"--interspersed with such arcana...
Chmura's defense and his version of what happened on April 9 is studded with silences. When a reporter with the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel broached rumors of his previous womanizing in an interview last September, the football player pointed to his wife and their three-year-old son, saying, "O.K.? End of story." At the same interview, when asked whether he had been drinking prior to arriving at the home of his friend Robert Gessert, Chmura turned to his personal lawyer John Drana to ask if he should answer. Drana said...
...settlement of Neveh Dekalim is a harrowing 10-min. drive from Kfar Darom. As darkness comes, so does the time of greatest risk, when gunmen can move about with near impunity. Inside this largest of the 15 Gaza settlements, Noam and Leora Koenigsberg's three-year-old son Binyamin knows what darkness means. "Boom, boom," he says...
...that's keeping the human element alive in an ever more relentlessly robotic info-storage world is a few square inches of warm, floppy leather in our hip pocket: the wallet. The wallet, where strangers' business cards go to be forgotten, where 10,000-lire bills from a three-year-old Italian vacation retire, where 1997 restaurant receipts and 1994 family snapshots dwell. Where it takes 10 minutes not to find what you're looking for amid the detritus stuffed over the years into that labyrinth of folds and pockets. And where, occasionally, you come across a long-lost...