Oh, Kurt, Let's Never Fight Again
We make fun of him for a boring New York mag column. We pass along (although question the veracity of) Radar's revenge accusation that some crazy Russian fleeced New York on his watch. But then he goes and writes something like this in the Times Book Review:
I have had a relationship with 'Doonesbury' not unlike my relationship with the Metropolitan Museum and 'Nightline' and the Union Square Caf and my siblings: they've been around forever, so I take them for granted, and get to them more seldom than I'd like, although when I do I am always reminded, in a kind of self-flagellating D'oh! moment, just how splendid they are.
And we fall in love with Kurt Andersen all over again.
