It Ain't You, Babe
"It's so good to be back here. It's so mellow and really relaxing," exults supermodel Margaux Hemingway of her month-long retreat to the family homestead in Ketchum, Idaho. But while she's clearing her head, she's also clearing out of her two-year marriage to hamburger heavy Errol Wetson—thus ending the media romance that started in the Plaza Hotel's Palm Court. "We just outgrew each other, and I'm not making a big thing out of it," says Fabergé's $1 million Babe. "For me, each experience is a good experience." Her plans now are to ski away the winter while mulling movie offers. As to those reports coupling her with producer Freddie Fields, 53, responsible for her last movie experience, Lipstick (and previously married to Polly Bergen)? From the usually loquacious Margaux, 22: radio silence.

Autonaut
What's left to do after you've walked on the moon? For Ed "Buzz" Aldrin, who was the second man to set foot there, there has been plenty. Since retiring from the Air Force in 1972, Aldrin has done commercials for Volkswagen, worked with Lockheed's space shuttle program, joined the board of an electronics firm, collaborated on science fiction books, divorced his wife of 20-odd years and married again, written an autobiography (Return to Earth) detailing his emotional breakdown and gone public about his since-controlled alcoholism. Now he's blasted off on a new career, in Beverly Hills, directing sales development for a Cadillac dealer.

This Little Biggie
"I've seen Suzanne Somer's handwriting," says Hollywood graphologist/psychic Beverlee Dean preemptively of the co-star of ABC's Three's Company. "It's like looking at Farrah Fawcett-Majors' three years ago, knowing she can't act, but being certain that she's going to be a biggie." Dean not only knows the lingo but her "readings" are actually taken seriously by some frantic studio execs, producers and star clients around town. She finds another future biggie in unknown Erik Estrada, co-star of NBC's new CHiPs series. Other hit shows? ABC's Carter Country and Soap. These are not exactly stunning revelations—compared to the accepted advance wisdom of Madison Avenue—coming from a woman whose projections about her own future were never exactly clairvoyant. Dean emigrated to L.A. in the first place to try to peddle two game show ideas. "After three years of banging on doors and getting 'no' from the networks," she admits, "I decided to do psychic readings for a living."

Kiss & Sell
"What do men like better than naked women? Sports!" bubbles Morganna Corttell, who's taken to hyping her exotic dancing career (already into six figures, she claims) as baseball's obstreperous "Kissing Bandit." On her latest vault from the grandstand she slid into a home-plate smooch with Kansas City Royals star George Brett, who appeared patently miffed. Whether it was Brett's ungallantry or her being hustled off the field by K.C. cops, Morganna (now out on $25 bond) retaliated with some invidious comparisons. Brett wasn't exactly the best kisser, she snaps, of her seven seasons on this mission. Other also-rans included Milwaukee coach Frank Howard, Dodger-turned-actor Wes Parker, Philly Mike Schmidt and Pirate John Candelaria. The Most Valuable Pucker of them all? Cincy's Pete Rose.

Furthermore

•Is it a reflection of his own brags-to-riches life, Rooky's gutter-to-glitter saga or just a for-the-devil-of-it whim? At any rate, Sylvester Stallone has changed the title of his slum romance novel, to be published by Putnam's this fall, from Hell's Kitchen (the rough Manhattan neighborhood where he was born) to Paradise Alley.

•He was very possibly not the first man to marvel at her prodigious figure, but the Chicago Sun-Times reporter had to ask the star whether that was all Dolly Parton there. "If I hadn't had them," the buxom country music queen replied, "I would have had some made."