An appealing collection of young American gymnasts, most stirringly Mary Lou Retton but also some wondrous men for a change, have given the Olympic Games what they wait for every four years—and sometimes eight—the gift of renewed youth. Last week in Los Angeles, a pretty and pleasant time, occasionally even captivating, the U.S. began swimmingly against most of the world, less the Soviets and East Germans of course, maybe too successfully for some tastes. After so many choruses of our national anthem and chants of...
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