On Monday, a good friend breathlessly and sheepishly emailed: “Sure, I admit it: I’m watching the motorcade from LaGuardia to Trump Tower. It’s like O.J.’s Bronco trip! And I swear, the lead automotive within the motorcade appears to be like like a white Bronco! Might this be an inside joke by the N.Y.P.D.?”
As scrumptious — certainly, bewitching — a chance as this is likely to be, I discovered myself shrugging. I didn’t watch the motorcade, nor might I watch the arraignment, although lengthy have I fantasized about seeing…
