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Cool I am not.

With a hairline that’s closer to the back of my my collar than my forehead, and a middle that arrives in a room before the rest of me, I’m at a place in Life where I’m pretty much invisible to the young
ladies.

Now, back in The Day (oy- here we go…) when I was a regular part of The Beautiful People, hobnobbing all night with starlets and other In Crowd folk, at hot spots that had velvet ropes and burly gatekeepers who knew my name and welcomed me with hugs
and open palms, well, it was a fun time to be Cool.

And looking back on what it meant to be Cool, I see now that it was mostly an internal feeling. There was no Stamp of Coolness bestowed by The Coolness Gods. There was only an attitude as if wherever one was,
that that was The Place To Be. A feeling that told oneself that everyone else would like to be right where you were right now, and even wouldn’t mind being you at that moment. Maybe more accurately, it was a feeling that I had, that told me that I would rather be nowhere else, nor be anybody else at those very moments.

20 years later, I still do get that feeling. However now it’s usually at home surrounded by my family. While I may not describe that feeling at Coolness, I do feel as if There is No Other I place I’d Rather Be.

But this post is about Coolness.

And yes, there are microseconds that occur where I do still get that feeling of True Coolness. Most recently it happened on a Saturday night, as I strode through a packed Mesa Grill (the hot NYC Bobby Flay restaurant), dressed in a slick suit, following a gorgeous blonde in a short skirt and high-heeled boots, as the Maitre D led us to our table. The gorgeous blonde was my wife, and we joined our good friends at a Power Table in the corner for some excellent food and raucous laughter. Afterward, walking out to our stretch limo, I actually felt Cool.

The reality is that we were all so old, half of us fell asleep during the limo ride home. After all, it was almost midnight.