Sunday’s NYT: The Drive-by Edition

Give me The Google or give me the presidency.

If you read this closely it almost seems as though MoDo is saying something nice-ish about Hillary.

Imagine if you always had to take the stairs.

This article is incredibly moving in its own way when one considers the Little Rock Eight was only fifty years ago.

“I’m almost starting to feel that luxury is a dirty word.”

Promises, promises.

This is fascinating and the sort of thing I imagine the Real Estate section will be putting numbers to in the not-too-distant future.

A very small glimpse of schadenfreude light on an otherwise glum Business section horizon.

We suspect the only thing making New Yorkers “uncomfortable” is the Business section.

Unused Frequent-Flier Seats in a Flash…Need We Say More?

If we continue at this pace it may soon be buy one, get one free!

George Plimpton’s Life as Told, Admired, Deplored, and Envied by 200 Friends, Relatives, Lovers, Acquaintances, Rivals — and a Few Unappreciative Observers and reviewed by Graydon Carter.