On Saturday, July 1, rumors flew about Martha’s Vineyard. Busboys and waiters everywhere said that Jay-Z and Beyonce were getting married on the island.
Locals said they saw an enormous tent being erected on Sunday on Chappaquiddick, a small island barely attached to Martha’s Vineyard and accessible by ferry.
Throughout the weekend, industry worker types Read More
I went to see The Blair Witch Project in the theater where it premiered, the Angelika, and left in a daze, wondering what all the fuss was about. Only later did it occur to me that the response to the film is the shadow to the public madness surrounding the crash of John F. Kennedy Read More
I’m not one of those who cried at the televised images of Princess Di’s funeral. I have always sniffed at the hot-air-bloated emotion that follows in the wake of celebrity disaster or triumph. Something democratic in me resists the lure of paparazzi-designated royalty. I don’t grieve, not sincerely grieve, for people I don’t personally know, Read More
Last Saturday, July 17, at 6 A.M. of the penultimate morning of a 1,700-mile weeklong Proustian ramble through the Western plains, I awoke in the Best Western Inn in Jackson, Wyo. The morning lay before me; ABC was scheduled to broadcast five hours of the British Open from Carnoustie, Scotland. All in all, an inviting Read More
In our house, the holidays start around Oct. 1. That’s when the leaves change color and my wife heads outdoors with the camera and kids to create the ultimate Christmas card picture. When I was growing up, people sent each other cards of the Madonna and child or Santa and his reindeer, though I did Read More
