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Trivial Pursuit Star Wars Classic Trilogy Collectors Edition

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Are you the kind of person for whom the initials T. P. are more apt to trigger a response of Tarkin and Piett than Trivial Pursuit? Looking for an opportunity to put that hard-core knowledge of Star Wars-abilia to the test? Well belly up to the cantina to play the Trivial Pursuit: Star Wars Classic Trilogy Collector's Edition, the customized edition of the now-classic Q&A game designed especially for disciples of the three Ls: Luke, Lando, and Leia. With over 2,000 questions in six categories such as Weapons & Vehicles and Droids, Creatures & Aliens, all based on the first three movies in the Star Wars series, this collector's edition features a numbered game board, pewter tokens, and--in lieu of dice--a battery-powered (two A76 cells, included) R2-D2 model which randomly displays a number with the press of his head. For fact-filled fans who know which Endor's up, the Trivial Pursuit: Star Wars Classic Trilogy Collector's Edition means Ewok, Don't Run. --Tony Mason

Wednesday, October 17, 1990 - The Syracuse rush hour crept past old downtown. Past gray stone and red brick buildings covered in pre-dawn black. The people in the cars heard the same story:

``Good morning, WSYR radio news ... This is the day thousands of Central New Yorkers have been waiting for - the opening of the Carousel Center Mall.''


Thousands? Some guessed a half million would show before the week was out. For this is a showcase Pyramid mall, built by the same Syracuse company ready to build a giant mall in Wallkill. The Pyramid watchword is out of Field of Dreams: ``Build it and they will come.''

The people had come to Pyramid malls in Buffalo, Watertown, Poughkeepsie, Plattsburgh. On this morning, the people came streaming out of central Syracuse by the dawn's early light. They came down from Binghamton and Canada on a pilgrammage to the new mecca.

The mall rose to view at the end of Hiawatha Boulevard. God. It was a glass and metal shrine with a towering cathedral roof, shining like a 21st century Oz.

It stood on 700 acres of what had first been an Onondaga Indian fishing village. Later, it was a stop on the underground slave railroad. Only last year, city residents had still called it Oil City, an industrial graveyard of abandoned factories and smelly refineries.

Now it was Carousel Center and this was ribbon-cutting day. Parents had skipped work and kept their kids out of school. The Syracuse TV crews set up, their ``A'' team anchors set to smile. Radio deejays broadcast live.

People walked inside the mall and they suddenly hushed. They gasped at four glass elevators that scaled the five-balcony atrium wall. They stared at the huge antique carousel. Some window-shopped the 105 stores. They oohed at Bonwit Tellers, aaahed at the fancy Penney's. Others peeked at Victoria Secret or stood dwarfed by 30-foot high plants.

``Something else, huh?'' marveled Don McMillon, standing in the atrium. He has taken a vacation day from his job as maintenance man at a nearby school district. ``I just wanted to be here - this is the future.''

McMillon and thousands stood behind a roped-off area, where VIPS sat and stared at men in suits on a stage. At 9:30 on the dot, trumpeters dressed as heralds rang out from the balconies.

The men on the stage were introduced. They were Congressman, Councilmen, Stare Senators, Pyramid bigwigs.

Then he rose, Pyramid chief Bob Congel. He wore a fighter's face, a neighbor's smile and a king's bearing. He spoke to warm applause about this great day that had finally come. After all, he said, there were ``bruises'' along the way.

He must have been talking about the rashes on mall construction workers. Soon after, it was said PCBs were oozing from the site. Or maybe he was referring to mysterious accidents during mall construction. Just last month, a tire flew off a truck on the interstate, hurled into the mall site, seriously injuring two workers. Some Onondaga Indians blamed the accidents on ``something being disturbed'' from the old fishing village.

Or perhaps it was the disclosure of the new tax breaks to Pyramid the city is suddenly considering extending from 15 years to 25 years. Or the disclosure that Pyramid's payments in lieu of taxes might not go to school taxes at all, but strictly to improvements around the mall. Some taxpayer's were unhappy subsidizing a millionaire's mall.

But on this day, all was forgotten. They gave a spontaneous standing ovation for Congel, the gracious giver of new shopping possibilities. Even anti-Puramid grumblers mumbled the name of a store they wished to visit.

Congel said this was just the beginning of the development around the mall. There would be more, a marina.

``It's a miracle,'' said Eric Nordheim of Syracuse, a retired engineer. ``They oughta give this guy a medal.''

Syracuse mayor Tom Young stepped up to the mike and fawned over Congel. He was just about ignored. It was easy to see on this day he no longer ran the city.

Fawning next was Onondaga County Executive Nick Pirro: ``If you ask Bob Congel what he does, he'll tell you he's a cookie cutter. He goes aroundthe country, finds a location and cuts a cookie. Well, this is his finest cookie.''

And so on the spot where Indians fished and slaves ran, 25 white men and one white woman stood on a platform, each with a scissor in his hand. ``Three, two, one ...Cut!''

The ribbon snapped. People charged off to shop. Congel took the politicians for a ride on the merry-go-round. Kids flocked to Congel, asking him for his autograph.

Nobody even asked the mayor where the rest rooms were. Which was a good thing because the toilets were stopped up. The stench of human waste wafted into the food court, mixing with the aroma of burgers, dogs and tacos.

Few seemed to mind. Outside people kept streaming in, 40,000 by the evening. TV interviewed everyone about ``the Emerald City.'' Radio stations broadcast live all day. Come to the `retail Disneyland,'' a deejay beckoned.

There was

A pretty emerald green flower, handmade with polymer clay, is secured to a silver tone adjustable ring. The flower measures approximately 3/4 inch (1.75 cm) wide. The flower is actually not as deep green as the photo suggests. It is a very pretty emerald.

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