Local Institution Celebrates Quarter-Century of Rambling Inanity
It may come as something of a shock to those of us who feel that, like the poor, Cindy Adams we have always had with us. But it's not true: the Post gossip dowager celebrates her twenty-fifth anniversary with that paper tomorrow. Today's column is a riot of self-celebration, and, to be fair, she deserves it. Since she's already pre-empted our usual jokes (she's old, her "predictions" are ridiculous restatements of the conventional wisdom, Steve Dunleavy has a significant problem with alcohol) with witty self-effacement, we will simply offer her our fond regards on the milestone. In what other town could a column like this run for twenty-five years? Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
