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Thursday, August 2, 2018

The Writer's Life 8/2 - Judging

The judge in Paul Manafort's fraud trial seems no-nonsense and non-partisan. I've enjoyed reading about his jibes to Mueller's minions. If Manafort had anything on President Trump, wouldn't he have caved by now? He has been a sleazeball for decades. Wouldn't he have made a deal that prevented his prosecution? It appears Mueller has nothing on Trump. Is it possible that all those worldwide mega-deals were above board? Even Trump's predilection for skirt chasing hasn't led to a single credible charge of sexual harassment. Yes, he secretly paid off at least two women to keep quiet. Are those impeachable offenses? I'm intensely curious as to how this will all end. Too bad it's taking so long.


Ohio State football coach Urban Meyer is on the ropes despite his phenomenal success. It appears he looked the other way while one of his assistants was accused of spousal abuse. These days that is unforgivable in the eyes of the mainstream media, as are the years-old dubious tweets of young men. Most media folks ignore hip hop lyrics that say the same things as the offending tweets. In the same vein, at first it looked like Les Moonves, who has led CBS to ratings mastery, would survive the accusations made against him. Now he is suddenly on shaky ground. Why would he receive a pass when Weinstein, Rose, Lauer, Cosby etc. didn't?

Here's an odd stat from a blurb in today's NY Post. From 2012-'16 there were more accidents on August 2nd than any other day of the year. Maybe it's a holiday in the minds of many.

Business improved today at the floating book shop, thanks to customers who paid more than I asked. My thanks to the young man who purchased Dump Your Hang-Ups: Without Dumping Them on Others by Robert A. Schuller and Beth Funk, and to the woman who bought Emily Bronte's classic, Wuthering Heights; and to Barry, professor of criminology at John Jay College, who selected Patti Smith: Camera Solo, a collection of photos by the grandmother of punk rock. Barry is off to Berlin in the company of a woman whose doctoral thesis is on heroin, the subject of his two books: Heroin, and Music in New York City and Heroin, Acting, and Comedy in New York City. He may relocate to Germany if he lands a teaching gig. I'd miss him. He's one of my best customers, always paying at least double what I ask. Thanks also to Herbie, who donated a John Grisham hardcover. He's miffed that an ad in the Marketeer was not honored by the Net Cost supermarket that just opened up in the neighborhood. It seems each store is independently owned.

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