Maureen Dowd

07/31/2014 - 8:45pm

    Roger Angell takes off his brown J. Press sports coat and blue cap, yanks out his hearing aids, stashes his cane, and sits down for a shave and haircut at Delta barbershop at 72nd and Lex., the same spot he's patronized for 40 years. "I don't see Henry Kissinger doing any interviews in a barbershop," he says dryly.

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06/09/2014 - 1:01am

    In the last chapter, I covered how not to get high. In this one, I will cover how to get high.

    After my admission that I did a foolish thing in Denver - failing to realize that consuming a single square, about a quarter, of a pot candy bar was dicey for an edibles...

06/05/2014 - 3:32am

    The caramel-chocolate flavored candy bar looked so innocent, like the Sky Bars I used to love as a child.

    Sitting in my hotel room in Denver, I nibbled off the end and then, when nothing happened, nibbled some more. I figured if I was reporting on the social...

06/02/2014 - 12:25am

    As I walk up to Bobby Van's Steakhouse to meet Gerry Adams, I'm surprised to see him sitting alone outside. Wearing a dark three-piece tweed suit with a green ribbon on the lapel, the alleged terrorist on the terrace is calmly reading some papers.

    As is his...

05/26/2014 - 4:56pm

    Some people have such a radical vitality, such an electric consciousness, such a lifelong love affair with the world that when they stop breathing, it's like a wind dying, like the waning and disappearing of a light.

    And the world feels duller and dumber and more...

05/22/2014 - 6:03pm

    The Right to Be Forgotten.

    It sounds like the title of a classic novel about desire and memory, perhaps Marcel Proust's sequel to "Remembrance of Things Past."

    It is, in fact, based on a French legal phrase,...

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