For each person that lives in New York, there eventually comes the day when he or she runs into Joan Didion on the street and it is always a moment for reflection.
For each person that lives in New York, there eventually comes the day when he or she runs into Joan Didion on the street and it is always a moment for reflection.
Had your epiphany yet?
But then I would probably write something just as gushy if I was on the street and ran into, like, Nick Tosches.
Slouching Towards Bergdorf's
Can you imagine if she were your grandma?
Mine was coming out of a Starbucks in Times Square. It was a less-than-inspiring setting, to say the least.
Yes, although the mob of Model UN kids who drove Didion from her coffee that day did add an additional flair.