I spent most of my weekend sewing a cigarette-epauleted superhero costume for Graydon Carter, editor of Vanity Fair and commander of New York smokers. Sometimes I imagine I see him smoking through the skies like a giant Winston Light fired from a hacking lung. He's the kind of superhero New York deserves.

This weekend, Mr. Carter attacked the City Health Department for "harassment." When inspectors returned to the Pompeii of his office to write more "ashtray tickets," he claimed they are harmless, meant to "remind me of my youth." Carter says it is "no coincidence" that he has received 3 out of the City's 200 "ashtray violations." Sadly, the ashtray, like Carter's youth, has since vanished.
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