Money has been raining down out of the sky directly onto my neighborhood, and it's an ugly sight. For those who live and work around Ground Zero, there are four ways to cash in: the Red Cross, the Salvation Army, the September 11 Fund, and the Twin Towers Fund.
Forty years ago Pepsi-Cola--when people still actually called it "Pepsi-Cola"--launched a television ad campaign called "For Those Who Think Young." It was the beginning of the end for guys like Red Skelton, Arthur Godfrey, Milton Berle, Jack Paar--because, in fact, everybody was thinking young. (One of the few careers spared was Ted Mack, whose principal advertiser was . . . Geritol.)
I've identified the precise moment when New York returned to normalcy.
It was January 9, 2002, the day Michael Musto devoted half his column in the Village Voice to the splendors of drag queens and go-go boys in Washington, D.C., which is, he assured us, "one of the gayest places on earth."
Winter athletes are better than summer athletes. They just are.
When Sarah Hughes dedicated her encore performance to her fallen fellow New Yorkers on Friday night, skating elegantly and movingly to "When You Walk Through the Storm" from the forties musical "Carousel," she showed more class at age 16 than all the American medalists at Sydney combined.
They actually whined their way into a gold medal. And I thought the Canucks had a little more class.
By the way, am I the only person who thinks Jamie Sale is a dead ringer for Geraldine Chaplin, who played Tonya in "Dr. Zhivago"?
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