This column is just not many issues. It’s not Walter Winchell. It’s not about sports activities. It’s not Herb Caen. And it’s not about style.
Final week was about COVID, life and death. This week is about COVID and high fashion. Should you had been to catch a peek at my closet within the outer, outer, outer, outer Excelsior, you’d discover one pair of corduroys, two bowling shirts and rapidly conclude that I’m style free. The final time I tried to decorate in model, I dragged Nurse Vivian to the Inexperienced Acres Mall so she may purchase me a Nehru jacket and bell bottoms, the week after the Beatles stopped sporting them.