Vanity Fairest

Grandpa took me up on my offer. He’s taking the red eye to New York with his octogenarian man-friend and will be sitting in the fourth row.
I hope that, if I can spot him from the stage, I don’t tell the entire audience about this special guest. I tend to have verbal diarrhea problems like [...]

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It’s that time of year again — the end of the tournament season — and as usual, I am scrambling to throw together an event at Lincoln Center. Every year I think this is absolutely ridiculous and that next year I won’t leave everything until the last minute. And each and every year, I manage [...]

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