With her sharp, acerbic wit and acid tongue, it seemed like Joan Rivers ruled over New York — whether we asked her to or not. Now — with the news of Ms. Rivers unfortunate death today at age 81—that same wit is gone forever. And New York will be a less funny without it.
As observers of all things New York, we can’t help but be reminded of all the times we wrote about Ms. Rivers, or the precious few occasions when we crossed paths. Whether it was stories of Condo President Rivers and her voodoo priestess friend, or asking the constantly busy show woman when she had time to sleep, or the time she gave us the simple yet effective advice, “You can’t afford it, don’t buy it.”
Ms. Rivers we, and the rest of New York, will miss you.