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The second she left him, she bought a Duster.

I just shared the story because I’m still blown away that Madonna had the foresight to align herself with an incredible group of musicians—she and Nile Rodgers were so close that he still calls the guest room in his Westport, Conn. home “The Madonna Room”—and work her ass off to create Like a Virgin.

Man, I’d like to have been a producer on Frozen.

He was a human metronome. The guy was incredible.

Here’s my favorite piece of Madonna trivia, from the Like a Virgin sessions (produced by Nile Rodgers and retold here by engineer Jason Corsaro):

This was the look I was anticipating.

That’s tough. It looks like a cross between a Civic and a Merkur.

Sadly, I missed Jerry. I got to spend the day with Sam (who, by the way, had come over to my house when I was little and read Roald Dahl to me—that’s another auction story for another day) and met Angie Harmon, Steven Hill, and Con Makris (the show’s long-time director), among a few others.

It was during the Angie Harmon years. Actually, I went the day after Jason Sehorn proposed to her and got to stand next to Steven Hill while he and I admired her ring.

About fifteen years ago, I had the opportunity to spend the day on the set of Law & Order. I had lunch with Sam Waterston and then got to hang around and watch a taping. It was one of the best days of my life.

He sounds like the kind of guy who would’ve called Prince “dad music.”

I can’t even take Ny-Quil. The taste makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t imagine how fucking disgusting it must be to mix it with that shit.

“I’d Like to Buy the World a Coke” was also a perfect piece of advertising—spot on, prescient, and utterly memorable. The Pepsi thing, though? No.

My 1990 SPG packed for a trip home from college, May 1998. I fit an entire year’s worth of stuff in that beast.

Holy lord. It’s…really, really good looking. I’m gobsmacked.

I’m a teacher.

Feinstein is great. My dad used to have a cassette of him singing Irving Berlin songs.

I’ve known Comey’s children for a decade. They are astonishing young people. They deserve neither snark nor ridicule.