Lillian Ross Rest In Peace

About 20 years ago, I was mistakenly invited to a high society dinner uptown. I found myself sitting next to Lillian Ross and knowing she wrote for The New Yorker, I asked her if she had ever met William Shawn. “Met him! I was his lover, forever!” It was just before her big tell-all & Read More…

My first home

From November of 1958 until roughly June of 1968 I lived in this location. It was a rent-controlled tenement, built at the end of the 19th century. Roach and rat infested, but we called it home. We lived one block east of the ritzy Waldorf Astoria on 50th Street and 3rd Avenue — 160 East Read More…