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...seemed like old times. After watching a soccer match in Rio, Kissinger flew to Brasilia, the capital, to deliver a university lecture. Some 300 protesting students pelted the lecture hall with eggs and tomatoes, and then pounded samba drums to taunt him. Hustled out by police into a paddy wagon, Kissinger took it all in stride: "I used to be a professor at Harvard, so I am used to this. But Brazilian students do have better rhythm...
With all their visitors departed, the last bags and boxes stowed in the station wagon, Norman and Ethel go down to the pond to say goodbye to the loons that have been their summer companions. The bird family turns out to be diminished too-just the mother and father are left. Fonda eyes them and in the wry, dry voice that has drawled through our consciousness for almost half a century, speaks a kind of generational epitaph, weary but accepting. "Babies are all grown up . . . and moved to Los Angeles or somewhere...
Nowhere have fresh starts and new attempts to achieve fitness been more evident than in the nation's supermarket basket and at the dinner table. Presbyterian Minister Sylvester Graham started the bulk wagon rolling in the 19th century with his famous cracker. Later Post and Kellogg began cleaning digestive systems with flakes of bran and corn in their Battlecreek, Mich., sanatoriums. With cheerful innocence, Americans have periodically embarked on reordering themselves, as well as the country and the world. The current obsession with the body can partly be seen as a diminished expression of the old or of unquenchable...
...Welcome Wagon...
...favorite techniques is to take a small station wagon, pile the back with mattresses, lay a work of art under them, and rent the services of a small child. On a very hot Sunday afternoon, I drive from Venice to the border. So will thousands of other tourists. A few kilometers before customs I stop and buy a large ice-cream cone for the child. By the time I have reached the crowded border and the smartly dressed, white-gloved and harried customs officers, the child has smeared the gelato all over his face. The customs man always recoils...