Bianca Jagger had a Park Avenue rent-controlled apartment up until about a decade ago, and there are probably others in her building.

Am I missing something? It says he’s a dual Israeli-American citizen, but it doesn’t say he’s Jewish. One of my neighbors is a dual Israeli-American citizen and she’s Muslim with no special fondness for Jews, quite the opposite.

I been to the one at Palm Springs (Cabazon) a few times. One time I went about five or six weeks before Christmas, and except for us EVERYONE was at least 70, doing their holiday shopping. I remarked, “Do you realize, with our increasing life expectancies and low birth rates, this is what all of America is going to…

I’m in NYC and have spent many a Saturday at Woodbury Common. Have you ever been to Clinton Corner or Clinton Crossing, it’s exit 63 or 64 on 95 in CT, just past New Haven. It’s not as good as WC but definitely worth a stop if you’re headed up to New England.

Have you ever been to a European outlet mall? Like in America they’re in the suburbs but unlike in America there are public transit options. Sadly I’m too tall and wide to buy any clothes (at least at the ones in Italy) but the housewares and personal grooming products are phenomenal.

Yes, and their safe word is David, the 7th Marquess of Cholmondeley (who is a real, living person.)

When I had a corporate life someone screwed up and hired a boss who LOVED Ted talks. He’d watch all of them and about once a month he’d summon all of us under his command to watch one or two that he found especially noteworthy. He lasted six months.

Especially if your last name is Kennedy.

My parents, who were of good New England stock, and didn’t exactly keep up with the times, would never had said anything like that. To think that this woman walks the same streets as I do in Manhattan (who am I kidding, is chauffeured in a town car by a driver of her own choosing, preferably one who is not Latin…

Never forget the day that Peggy Noonan saw a Mexican:

My dog, who always hopes for the best but prepares for the worst, will often take mouthfuls of his kibble and bury it in the sofa cushions when we’re not home. That’s fun.

There is an entire movie (starring Florence Henderson) called “Song of Norway.” It’s just as strange and awful as you would imagine.

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You won’t be alone. You’ll have adopted eight or nine cats, if you haven’t already. (I am joking, of course.)

I was wondering if the Manzos’ ultra-classy Brownstone would figure in all of this somehow. Or at least wherever it was that Theresa tipped the table.

I only know of them through (ex-)friends who were the cheating assholes whose wives threw them out with no notice. Did your friend live in Normandie Court when it still had its own switchboard (maybe still does?)

Did you then move to its Upper East Side equivalent, Normandie (Dormandie) Court?

Right across the intersection from Macy’s is Herald Towers. It’s one of the largest rental buildings in Manhattan and is famous for its “move in tomorrow!” ethos which makes it a favorite among cheating spouses kicked out by their better halves.

The Wanamaker’s space was amazing. I still remember the pianist that serenaded the shoppers. Agreed about Filene’s in Boston, a very Boston-like screwup that for years left a gaping hole where an iconic local institution had stood since 1872.

It seems like everyone who had a paying gig advancing the Republican cause pre-2015 despises Trump (except for human succubus Ann Coulter and her replicant, KellyAnne Conway.) If you have some time (and parts of your soul) to kill, wander over the “National Review.” They’re doing back flips and triple axels and lutz…