As mentioned in this space last week, this week's column will be the last to fill this space on a weekly basis and should not be looked for, even in alternate spaces, in subsequent weeks. In other w  

It's time to go. To move on. To hit the road. And for the first time in this column's run, I'll warn you off of looking for a punchline to that. There isn't one. I'm not kidding. At long last. That  

They look innocent enough. Or at least benign. They bear no skulls and crossbones. No warnings from the Surgeon General. No HazMat symbols. Yet, from past experience, I know that what's inside these  

A few weeks ago, the good people at Topps, in a burst of inspiration and creativity, discovered an exciting new, patriotic way to profit from the tragedy of war. With Enduring Freedom Trading Cards.  

As a social gadabout, inveterate bon vivant and all-around man of good cheer, this is the time of year I live for. Because from about now 'til Jan. 2, the good times will roll. With parties, events,  

"Are we in a recession?" the journalist asks the government official, the economist, the securities analyst and a host of other financial experts from A (accountants) to Z (zombie accountants). And   

Fay Weldon's new book, The Bulgari Connection, is just arriving in stores and, not surprisingly, causing a fair amount of buzz. Not because of the plot twists or her brilliant turns of phrase, but b  

Check-in chafes. I can't simply be polite, I have to be friendly; I can't merely transact business, I have to meet our "hosts;" I can't just be interested in getting to our room, I have to feign int  

I like Halloween. I like it a lot. Largely that's because it's the one day of the year that my sitting around on the front porch in Kiss make-up, hair rollers, a Speedo, leather cape and tittie clam  

'Twas Halloween evening and all through the house, The martinis were stirring (you see, I'm a souse). The candy'd been purchased, the Kit Kats and Snickers, I dumped them in bowls for the treaters