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John Kennedy Jr. was swaddled in headlines, the first baby ever born to a President-elect. It was news when he came out of the incubator, when he first went on formula, when he got a haircut or lost a tooth. The family never called him John-John; a reporter heard his father chasing after the fleeing toddler, shouting "John, John," and thought it was a pet name. And so it became our name for him, not theirs, which was fitting, since like the rest of the family, he has always been partly a myth of our own making...
Though we did not always see the pictures of John-John that were taken backstage by Captain Cecil Stoughton, the official White House photographer, we heard the stories of the young ham. When he lost a front tooth, he proudly looked up at Stoughton to show the great gap. Indeed, Stoughton and John-John became buddies of a sort. The photographer knew a good subject when he saw one and realized that someday history would treasure those images. John-John liked the captain's company, so much so that often when he saw Stoughton he would squeal, "Take my picture...
...MILK? Root-canal specialists say there's an easy way to help save a tooth that gets knocked out. Put it in a glass of milk. Milk keeps a tooth alive by nourishing cells on the root. You still need to rush to the dentist, though. Milk can preserve a tooth for only so long--about an hour...
...girl, whose tragedy allows awed and then self-righteous absorption. Marie clings far too long to a rich, womanising slickster (Gregoire Colin as Chris) who sees a needfulness he can prise open into a raw gaping masochistic dependence. Reading faces, you might judge Isa the worse off, with chipped-tooth and scar-bifurcated eyebrow, but you realize nervewracking and nervous Marie has borne a more interior brand of wear and tear...
...After a few minutes of milling about, and coming to the quick realization that we are seriously out of place, an MTV employee suddenly appears and declares, "Line up here!" Chaos erupts. We try to hold our own, we throw our elbows left and right, we fight tooth and nail to reach the front of the forming queue. When the fracas settles we find ourselves on the corner of 8th and 45th--Times Square is no longer in sight...