Sobering to realize that a guy giving this country a national nervous breakdown and has us on the brink of a shooting war turns out to be John Belushi in his undershirt after a hard night at the Garden of Allah.
Just received an elaborate presentation from ThirdAge at 210 Lincoln St., Boston. It's launched an "online dating service for the 40-60-year-old set." I withhold comment.
SLG Advertising, a Greenwich, Conn., agency, got the media buying assignment for Vector Group's new nearly nicotine-free Quest butts.
American Express Publishing companywide (their four main mags) up 22% in ad pages for the first quarter, says Ed Kelly.
A coup for ABC Sports: "Monday Night Football" this year starts on Thursday with Parcells' first Cowboys' game (vs. the Redskins).
Mugger (Russ Smith) is back in the New York Press. Call off the APB.
The renovated P.J. Clarke's is packing 'em in. An hour wait for the hamburger dinner. Esquire helped relaunch the joint with a bash. Incidentally, Esquire circ up 12%, newsstand 17% in the 2002 second half.
Was at a dinner party with Tom Wolfe. I asked and he said his next book is about "college life." Mr. Wolfe looked as impeccably turned out as ever, despite Manhattan's ankle-deep slush.
Spin mag named Susan Schwartzman its fashion & grooming ad director. She ought to query Tom.
Top talent Jason Klein the new prez-CEO of the Newspaper National Network. He ran Times Mirror mags.
Nick Verbitsky of United Stations Radio nets named Charlie Colombo exec VP-general manager of their newly acquired Launch Radio Networks.
Big doings March 30 at the U.S. Grant Hotel in San Diego, when Frankie Laine turns 90.
Complex quarterly in N.Y. (it targets 18-34-year-old males) goes bimonthly with current issue. They named an associate publisher, Rich Antoniello.
I hear Rupert Murdoch's buying a weekend house on Centre Island, in Oyster Bay, N.Y. Billy Joel just bought a place there: $22 mil.
Forbes' custom publishing just put out a hundredth anniversary collector's edition for Harley-Davidson, 124 pages "celebrating the great American motorcycle." Malcolm, who loved bikes, would be proud.