It's really the only dream of the phobic: to have a job where you don't have to fly. This is where Howard Wolfson made his biggest mistakes-signing on to national campaigns, where he was regularly forced to either drive huge distances overnight or, God forbid, get on an airplane. Now Wolfson and his ugly sweaters have made the best possible extremely weird choice: the long-time campaign operator is going to work for Mike Bloomberg at City Hall? His job is to "sell" proposals issuing from the Bloomberg Everybody Live Right Think Tank? (You know, the one where they don't let us smoke or eat fat or sell [...]

This is a very sad story about the top three wonks in New York City: Jefrey Pollock, Howard Wolfson and Josh Isay, all campaign ops super-spooks. Oh, they were friends, and then not friends, and then friends again, and sometimes their wives worked out together, and they were very young and now less young, and some of them got weird and now only eat salads and don't talk to people much, and some of them were already weird and phobic and just got weirder and more phobic, and sometimes Howard was making $40,000 a month (like right now!) to manage the talking points for the hotly-contested (kidding!) Bloomberg mayoral [...]