Tonight at Lincoln Center, the pianist Leif Ove Andsnes gave an encore, romanza by Sibelius.
The orchestra remained on stage. A bald violinist, he reminded me of Von Stroheim, started crying while listening to Sibelius. Or did he have an allergy?

Overheard on Park Avenue, an elderly man on the phone: "Yes, I could be in that frame of mind tonight."

What was the question?

Shall I come by for sex tonight?

Shall we eat cheese fondue tonight?

Shall we go to a concert tonight?

Dad, could you babysit tonight?

Or:

It's that time of the year again, a difficult customer needs to be manhandled. Could you do that for me?

Or just: do you want to see me?

Maureen Dowd on Weinstein:

'“I hope it’s a witch hunt,” said a top Hollywood woman. “I hope it’s a purge. There are people we have to get rid of in our business. Everyone knows them.”'

Read the article here.

Is the system going to change or are we getting rid of the bad guy who stepped on too many toes, so that other, younger bad guys will take his place?

Last week, on a flight from Kiev to Brussels (Ukraine International Airlines) the flight attendant handed out chocolates. I ate my chocolate and then I handed the flight attentant the garbage, but she said: "No, there is a message for you on it." She gave me back me the wrapper and I read: "Leave your past behind and new doors will open."
But how do you leave your past behind?