The start of the 90s meant a move here: 2000 Penn in Washington DC, where I was a national correspondent and columnist for the Newhouse News Service under the tutelage of the marvellous editrix Deborah Howell. I wasn't enthused about DC living; the city had great beauty, yes, but it had so much urban decreptitude. This fountain never worked.

 

  It was exciting work.
     
 

You got to meet all sorts of interesting people. Or should I say "meat"? Ha ha! These pictures were taken at the Toy Fair in New York, which I covered every year. For some reason I decided to look completely bored in every one of them, as if to show how the exitement of licensed characters was not as contagious as everyone insisted.

That was a cowboy from Moo Mesa. I think. Googling . . . yes.

But sometimes a little enthusiasm was easier to produce . . .

 
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