Buying the New Yorker 1986 - page 71

This is probably not where I want to go with this, but the phrase "The coach for him" sounds to me like a threat.

"We found this spy lurking around the heavy water facility. What should we do?"
"The Coach for him!"
"No! Anything but the Coach!"

This was around the time that ATM cards were becoming more and more popular and most places were suddenly able to accept credit cards. As a result, some pundits became convinced that by the 21st century there would be no need for paper money, so a wallet would look sort of the way you see here: a bunch of slots for cards, but no big area for paper money. (These were the same folks who believed that today's children would have no conception how to read an analog clockface, thanks to these new fang-dangled digital watches.) Of course a quick look at my wallet reveals the flaw: Where do you put the hundreds of little receipts that accumulate? Sure enough, Coach (It's now just Coach. They must have closed the factory.) does not have a man's wallet that cannot accommodate bills. I'd also like to draw your attention to the horrifically masculine colors available. They seem to have discontinued the Mocha, Putty and Tabac as color options for their wallets made from water buffalo, but I notice that they have what seems to be ostrich hide in a nicely patterned blue.

Campton Place looks like a very nice place to stay. It looks, in fact, like every other luxury hotel on the planet (except the funky ones). I can find nothing remotely interesting to say about it. Sorry.

In the interest of finding anything that I could possibly say about Michael Feinstein, I found my way to his official website and saw that a link that says "Listen to Michael's Podcasts."

The phrase "Michael Feinstein's Podcast" filled me with not a little dread, but I clicked through, brave soldier that I am. It's not really his Podcast, but rather links to all the podcasts at the iTunes store that have interviews with him.

I'll admit that I've never payed much attention to him, but on the basis of his wikipedia entry, I'm considering taking his autobiography out of the library. (He spent six years "excavating" Ira Girshwin's house. That impresses me.) He's not at the Algonquin anymore. He has his own place now. But Feinstein won't be playing there for a while because he's on tour.