No Talkin’ To The Big Guy In Red

Or how a little planning ahead might have helped an inveterate scribe without foresight.

“Bluffstein. Talk!”

I understood from past experience that Bennie Bluffstein, Kris Kringle’s press flack, is nothing if not a guy with something else pressing at every moment. “Yo. Hello. Time is money. Anybody there? Talk. My phones are blinking like Circus Circus.” Read the rest of this entry »