June 30, 1991

MORNING in the Feinsod household in Lebanon Township begins about 8:30 with Meryl Feinsod and her four children reading together as they cuddle on the couch. Then they have breakfast and later there is chore time, which "believe me, doesn't always go so smoothly," Mrs. Feinsod said. Only after the day's cleaning and laundry are done do they head down to their "classroom" in the basement. There, Luke and Corey, 9-year-old twins, may work on their algebra problems or the magic show they are planning for their friends.

A Taiwanese enclave is growing in Rockefeller Center, on both sides of the Avenue of the Americas, between 48th and 49th Streets, underwritten by the Coordination Council for North American Affairs. On the east side, in the Simon & Schuster Building, the Chinese Information and Culture Center Library has been open since last month. It has some 30,000 volumes in Chinese and English and more than 200 periodicals, as well as computer and audio-visual equipment.

When James H. Andrews wants to expand a subdivision he is developing in this rural town in southern Maine, he shops around for an 18th- or 19th-century house and moves it to his 39-acre property. Mr. Andrews owns the land, so he pays only for the building and its moving and renovation costs. His staggered development style has insured his economic survival at a time when many builders are bankrupt.

STEEL columns of a Stamford office park glistened in the distance, and the World Trade Center towers peeked through a blanket of smog, as a group of Darien fifth graders diligently set about their day's lessons. "Reduce, recycle, reuse!" the children shouted in unison as waves gently rocked the 80-foot schooner that carried them around Long Island Sound.

MIKE TYSON is 25 years old today, prime time for a fighter, but he seems stalled in some twilight age. He isn't getting better, or prettier, or, most important, scarier. Otherwise, Happy Birthday, Mike. Tyson's 12-round decision over Razor Ruddock on Friday night was hardly vintage Tyson. He has forgotten how to bob and weave, how to fight defensively out of a peek-a-boo. He rarely throws combinations of punches in those deadly flurries that drove opponents stumbling into the ropes. There were no big knockdown punches.