SO YOU THINK YOU HAVE NO TIME for your kids, no time to sleep, read, cook, exercise, socialize--in short, no time to live? Well, wait a minute (if you can spare one), and get a load of this: a surprising book being published next month by two renowned time-study experts concludes Americans have more free time now than at any point in the past 30 years--an average of 40 free hours a week.
THE WONDERS OF THE HOUSEHOLD medicine cabinet never cease. Millions of Americans already take an aspirin a day to help prevent heart attacks and strokes. Last week a study in the journal Neurology reported that ibuprofen--sold commercially as Motrin, Advil and Nuprin--may slow the progression of Alzheimer's disease, and perhaps prevent it altogether.
A SLEEPY LITTLE BRITISH RESORT town catering to families should be happy for a little free advertising, right? Not if it's a pamphlet blaring "Why travel 6,000 miles to have sex with children when you can do it in Bournemouth?" While the Children's Society defends its distribution of 2,000 leaflets emphasizing that child abuse can happen anywhere, Bournemouth residents are outraged.
NEWT GINGRICH STILL hasn't paid his $300,000 Ethics Committee fine, and it looks like he won't settle up soon. An aide says Gingrich will take six months to study what method of payment is most "viable." The question is whether ethics rules allow Gingrich to use campaign or legal-defense funds, rather than his own money.
TOM KOBY HARDLY looked like a guy leading the most intensely watched murder investigation since O. J. Simpson. Bearded, soft-spoken and wearing a blazer and colorful tie, Koby went on Boulder, Colo., cable TV to explain why the probe into the murder of 6-year-old JonBenet Ramsey seemed stalled.
WHEN BOB FOSSE'S Chicago opened on Broadway in 1975, the critics called it grotesque, exploitative and gloomy. No wonder it looks so smashing today. A raunchy musical about women who kill their men and manipulate the media to get out of jail was ahead of its time 21 years ago.
LESTER (JOE) CRUZAN fought for seven years to patch the hole in his heart, the grief no father should have to face. On an icy night in January 1983, his daughter Nancy's Rambler skidded off a road near Carthage, Mo., leaving her in a vegetative state with only a feeding tube to keep her alive.