True Love

I love Anaheim in August. What a splendid place to be. Yes, my tan is perfect and the whole world is in love. But, wait, what is this ugly mess below? I watch in horror as second base becomes second nature to opposing baserunners. I witness the once-sturdy Angel pitching staff's ERA balloon like Terry Forster's waistline at Christmas dinner. I wince at a dazzling display of passed balls, dropped third strikes, and majestic home runs. Yes, it's August '87 in Anaheim. My true love and I sip pina coladas in the warm bleacher sun. She tells me she loves me. Yet, I can't help thinking: I wonder what Bob Boone is doing today.

IT was a marvelous idea for Cameron Crowe to write about the magic that happens when the perfect song is paired with a scene in a film ["Moviemaking, From the Soundtrack Up," Sept. 25]. By poignantly and thoroughly sharing what a labor of love this endeavor is, he has encouraged his readers to more fully appreciate those rare movie moments when song and story simply would not be the same without each other. I can't think of a director whose opinion I would rather hear on this subject than the man who put Stevie Wonder's "My Cherie Amour" over Penny Lane's drug overdose in "Almost Famous."

From true love to stabbed-in-the-back love, from quick love to love that just won't die, View writers have chronicled looks at love in the '80s for Valentine's Day eve. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the guilty, but all are true . . . even if love sometimes isn't. A wife, who shall remain anonymous: "I'm so angry. I can't stand it anymore. You never express yourself. I want a divorce. You don't talk to me. I feel totally alone, like you're not even here.

Rumor reached us that Debra Winger wasn't just honeymooning with Tim Hutton on the South Carolina set of Alan Rudolph's "Made in Heaven"--but that she also did a cameo . . . as God. Denials came swiftly. Her PR person denied it: "She (Debra) said she wouldn't dream of playing God. She said she was perfectly happy being a set wife." The unit publicist said Winger watched Hutton work and looked at dailies with him--"They're newlyweds, they just wanted to be together."

True love produces visible changes in the brain that can be seen with functional magnetic resonance imaging (MRI), researchers from University College London reported Wednesday at a European neurosciences meeting. Each of 16 volunteers was shown a picture of their beloved and a photograph of a friend whom they had known for a similar period of time by neurobiologist Semir Zeki.

As nearly as I can remember, the last time I picked up Don Quixote, Richard Nixon was President and we thought he'd never leave. There was a war going on in Southeast Asia; I'd been married for three years and was lying low on a farm in West Virginia. In those heady days I never dreamed of reaching 40, let alone the pit beyond.

It's summer. Time to lie on the beach and cultivate a tan. And for the daytime soaps, it's time for hot new romances and the rekindling of some of the love stories that have chilled during the cold months of winter. What does your favorite soap hold in store? Here is a sampling of coming story lines: Unlike the last several summers, this one will not see an abundance of teen romances.