“New Politics, Ahoy” Illustration for New York Times Op-Ed page.
Sandwiched between Maureen Dowd and Thomas Friedman where I’ve always belonged. That’s right. I’m high-brow now, playas. Special thanks to Matt Dorfman, op-ed art-director for the Times. It’s on-line too for you digital folks.
The My-T-Sharp Barbershop, Queens NYC I know it’s hard for you kids to believe, but Eddie Murphy was once the funniest man in Hollywood. He also had this funny friend named Arsenio but that’s a bit more complicated to explain.
Beauty fades, but obsession with one’s beauty intensifies. Which means Betty’s fixations are now off the charts. She and Henry Francis maintain a chilly peace based on Waspy non-confrontation, her children — damaged, embittered, constantly dealing with feelings of inadequacy — are grown and gone, and since Polly the pooch died, there’s no one to absorb Betty’s putdowns and petulance. Hmmm, what is Glen Bishop up to these days?
Bert’s sage wisdom was always a comfort and beacon to his co-workers, but the guy wasn’t just being nice: He was on his way to cosmic, immortal Nirvana, outlasting all other beings and eventually turning the planet into his own expressive Rothko.
Metabolism: It’s a hell of a thing, especially for a guy who now likes his french toast with rum and syrup. Don’s was bound to catch up with him eventually, and now that it has, well, he’s glad those on-trend polyester suits have some stretch. No one else will be glad, but he will. Don already had a “Me decade” during the ’60s, so by the time the rest of America catches up, his once-magic touch with “those who think young” has burned itself out — which is why he still relies on the constant stream of nubile secretaries to keep him up-to-date on the latest fads.