Trying To Squash A Rumor Is Like

At Gatling-gun Tempo Word-perfect The First Time Out. The Journalistic Equivalent Of A High-wire Front Somersault Without A Net.

Ours Is The First Society In History In Which Parents Expect To Learn From Their Children, Rather Than The Other Way Around. Such A Topsy-turvy Situation Has Come About At Least In Part Because, Unlike The Rest Of The World, We Are An Immigrant Society, And For Immigrants The Only Hope Is In The Kids.

Roughly Speaking, The President Of The United States Knows What His Job Is. Constitution And Custom Spell It Out, For Him As Well As For Us. His Wife Has No Such Luck. The First Lady Has No Rules; Rather Each New Woman Must Make Her Own.

The Federal Building's Large Ceremonial Courtroom, Reserved For Show Trials, Is Veneered In Executive Teak. Bench, Counsel Tables, Jury Boxes, Entrances, And Exits -- All Are As Formally Arranged As An Elizabethan Stage. Only The Drama Is Shapeless, At Least To Those Of Us Who Have Never Seen A Trial Before. We See Only Random Movements, Sequences, Comings And Goings, No Form Or Agenda Apparent. To Us The Action Is Less Like Watching A Play Than Watching An Aquarium.

As A General Rule, Fans And Idols Should Always Be Kept At Arm's Length, The Length Of The Arm To Be Proportionate To The Degree Of Sheer Idolatry Involved. Don't Take A Beatle To Lunch. Don't Wait Up To See If The Easter Bunny Is Real. Just Enjoy The Egg Hunt.