“Hamptons Party Girl,” the book. Chapter one, “Let the Onslaught Begin,” is now on view at writeonamerica.us. Click on the Write On America Stories link at the top of the page. Here’s a teaser:
“If Susan Lucci calls, tell her it’s too late. I’m already on another interview,” I grumbled to the Press’s editorial assistant, Alea Harkawik.
The time was 1:15 p.m. We had a telephone interview (a phoner, in newspeak lingo) scheduled for 1. I do not suffer lack of punctuality well. In fact, it’s one of my biggest pet peeves. The other two are stinginess (cheapness of wallet is cheapness of spirit) and entitlement (look here buddy, I don’t care if you are a billionaire, you’ve got to wait in line with the rest of us).
Anyway, 15 minutes with no explanation via email or phone call is unacceptable to me. I don’t care who you are. Alright, maybe I’d make the exception for somebody like Sir Paul McCartney or Steven Spielburgh, but it’s a very short list.