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February 16, 1998
Spring Break 1998: Miami’s New Wave

Ocean Drive’s been supplanted by Collins Avenue as the nexus of South Beach cool. The burnished hip dine at Tantra; Goth night at Groove Jet is rave enough to wake the dead.

February 16, 1998
Playmates

Jon Robin Baitz, Nathan Lane, and Joe Mantello tout their latest collaboration, dish the New York critics, and cop to the fact that much of the country’s best theater is now on TV.

February 16, 1998
Spring Break 1998: Little Palm Island

. . . has no phones or TVs in its straw-topped bungalows; it’s a snugglers’ paradise (though you can also scuba-dive and kayak if you must).

February 16, 1998
Clash of the Titans

In this corner: “The Vegas Volcano,” weighing in at $780 million. In this corner: “The Donald,” weighing in at $1.4 billion.

February 16, 1998
Fisher Island

. . . is an exclusive playground where Vanderbilts once frolicked and the new rich can golf, swim, and mostly lounge in five-star luxury.

February 9, 1998
J. D. Salinger’s Women

The winsome, uncanny girls of Salinger’s fiction have real-life counterparts. They’ve always kept the secrets of this country’s most famous recluse. Till Joyce Maynard changed her mind.

February 9, 1998
The Bargain Baby-maker

He helped bring the world the 63-year-old pregnant woman. Now he wants to bring low-cost fertility treatment to New York -- a plan that's almost as controversial.

February 2, 1998
Yoga’s Big Stretch

These days, Manhattan’s two top yoga studios, Jivamukti and Yoga Zone, are chanting the mantra of expansion -- hiking fees, moving to bigger digs, opening boutiques. Just don’t call them competitors.

February 2, 1998
Three-Legged Race

They all want it bad: Ferraro, for vindication; Schumer, to break out of the house; and Green, to take down his archenemy. At last, a New York race that should get good (and maybe even ugly).

February 2, 1998
The Brighton Beach Swindle

The Russian neighborhood in Brooklyn has become a hotbed of Medicare scams and rip-offs. Fingers point to the mob, but is this a case of disorganized crime?