Near the end of Impromptus today, I have a little note on a visit to the Village Vanguard, the famed jazz club in Manhattan. In the course of that visit, I noticed a dog not barking. From my column:
Yes, I know Mayor Bloomberg is “Nanny Bloomberg,” and that the Vanguard by rights ought to be filled with smoke. But still: Rather pleasant, to sit in a jazz club, smoke-free. Wrong. But pleasant (for some).
Anyway, a letter from a reader:
J, you made me smile about the jazz club being non-smoking. I used to feel guilty about enjoying Big Brother stopping the smoking. I always told people that I hated it in my mind but I loved it in my heart. Kind of like libs who constantly want to raise taxes but you know they enjoy the lower taxes just like the rest of us do.
This new development was captured perfectly by a Spectator cartoon, some years ago, in which one man out on the sidewalk says to another man, “I’m just going to pop in for some fresh air.”