Welcome to the world of real men. So you finally noticed them. Before this tragedy, you only thought of them as grunts. Now you're seeing them for the real men they are.
And suddenly I looked around me at all of us who were cheering. And saw who we were. Investment bankers! Orthodontists! Magazine editors! In my group, a lawyer, a columnist and a writer. We had been the kings and queens of the city, respected professionals in a city that respects its professional class. And this night we were nobody.
You certainly had an overblown opinion of your "group". The working classes comprise most of America. The "elite" group you hang out with is only a small percentage. Most of the effete intellectuals, whose company you keep, are weanies.
It may seem that I am really talking about class--the professional classes have a new appreciation for the working class men...
How noble of you. How nice of you to acknowledge them. I guess you have to, since they are the ones who are putting the city back together.
I missed John Wayne. But now I think . . . he's back. .....Welcome back, Duke.
I think I'm gonna hurl.
Newsflash to Noonan: The John Wayne-type was never gone. He just went out of fashion, thanks to people like you.
I'm glad they're back in style. I'm glad children have some real heros to look up to. I'm glad they're out there taking care of us.
Thank you, Ms. Noonan...MUD