Sid Caesar was a maniac—addicted to pills and booze. In 1957, I was an NBC page and worked the short-lived Caesar's Hour at the Century Theater off 59th Street. TV was live in those days. I remember a doctor chasing Caesar around backstage brandishing two syringes. One hyped him. The other calmed him down. I never understood how a guy could live like that
In my years as a customer service consultant, I’ve yet to hear a customer blurt out anything that sounds like this: “I just love that gorgeous blue Citibank ATM at Prospect and 8th. I’d follow it anywhere–if that machine ever pulls up roots and moves across town, I’m going with it.” Of course not. Loyalty to an ATM, no matter how efficient the machine may be, is a ludicrous concept. I’d be the first to agree that customers do want efficient, ATM-like advances ... The problem is if you end up with your priorities screwed on backwards
Nearly 500 years ago, Don Juan Ponce de León traipsed across Florida in search of the elusive fountain of youth. But the Spanish explorer may have been misguided about leaving home, as now Americans searching the Internet for rejuvenating vacation spots voyage to his native Iberian Peninsula in droves.
I damn near did not get today’s column done. I started reading Jack Valenti’s memoir, “This Time, This Place: My Life in War, the White House and Hollywood” and it grabbed me by the throat and would not let go. Valenti, a World War II bomber pilot who flew 51 missions over Italy, died at age 85 on April 26, just six weeks before publication. In the following half-century after his discharge from the Army Air Corps, Jack Valenti bestrode the mighty worlds of Washington and Hollywood like a colossus, quite a feat for someone a mere five foot five inches tall.
In the mid-1950s, when I was attending Columbia College, I worked nights and weekends as a page at NBC in New York. In those days, television was black-and-white and always live. After squeezing fat tourists into thin seats, we pages were free to watch the show—from the back of the studio audience, the stage door or the control room. During those three years, I must have seen, in person, every major and minor star in the NBC galaxy, as well as those from other networks and Hollywood, since we also were assigned to work the Academy Awards and the Emmys. I was able to
Another shameful chapter in The New York Times story comes to an end Nov. 17, 2005: Vol. 1, Issue No. 49 IN THE NEWS Judy Miller Fights Back with Letters to Dowd and Calame NEW YORK--Judith Miller will not go gently into that good night. Her public relations offensive, which had already taken her to CNN with Larry King and to National Public Radio and elsewhere, now includes angry published letters to two of her antagonists, former colleague Maureen Dowd and New York Times Public Editor Barney Calame. --Joe Strupp, Editor & Publisher, Nov. 13, 2005 For us news junkies, the professional demise