The injustice of our system
IN Florida, Casey Anthony’s baby, Caylee, got dead and Mama was acquitted. In Brooklyn, a recent nut job with a rap sheet “heard voices” and grabbed a cop’s gun, but was released without bail. Murderer Charles
Manson, sentenced to life, multiple prison violations, no remorse, rumored to be on his way to freedom. And always there’s unguilty
Orenthal James Sociopath. After O.J.’s wife and friend were killed, and he mourned on the golf course, some believe the Juice should’ve gotten juiced. Instead, he tried to steal back his own memorabilia at gunpoint — and payback’s a bitch. A ballsy judge socked him behind bars.
And now he’s getting out. And aren’t we all grateful for that?
Forget trains. Off the track is our legal system, which seems to exist primarily to trump Trump. Or just to out-shout Putin about Russia.
Both right and wrong
KINDLY please all recall I told you back aways it was soon curtains for the White House’s Sean Spicer. You recall I said that, am I not correct? . . . And I was not correct saying beautiful Kate Capshaw was part of Steven Spielberg’s coming 2 ¹ /2 hour documentary. Still beautiful, but not in the film . . . But correct on new hire Scaramucci. Flexible, waited, always figured to be where he is now. True blue like glue loyalist.
On the menu
LAURA Maioglio’s restaurant Barbetta just fed Günter Blobel, Rockefeller University’s 1999 Nobel Prize winner; James E. Rothman, Yale University’s 2013 Nobel Prize winner; Michael Brown, University of Texas’ 1985 Nobel Prize winner. What do Nobelists eat? Here, from the old country 50 years and still sounding like he’s arriv- ing on Thursday, Eduardo the maitre d’ served them pasta.
ALSO: East 30th’s the Water Club. Friday, 5:45, a Hamptonsbound seaplane dunked into the river near 23rd Street. It was chaos, with life-jacketed passengers standing on a pontoon. Cops, fire engines, ambulances, Coast Guard, Red Cross, emergency vehicles jammed East Side Drive clear up to New Hampshire. And guess who was locked in that traffic? Me. En route to the Water Club for 7 p.m. dinner.
An absolute gem
WE’VE lost Kenneth Jay Lane, the ’60s-’80s famous costume (read expensive junk) jewelry designer whose fab faux fakes everyone — Garbo, Jackie, Hep- burn, Elizabeth Taylor — wore. Back then, inadvertently stepping into a pile of society past a pile of Biddles and Dukes, I asked Kenny who’s that guy alongside me? Grinned Kenny Lane: “My natural enemy — Claude Arpels of Van Cleef and.”
No ID, no drink
THURSDAY, 2 p.m. Citi Field. Mets vs. Cardinals. Dem hot shot/TV contributor Robert Zimmerman orders vodka tonic and lime. His photo ID’s requested. Silver-haired Zimmerman: “Carding me? You’re kidding!” Barkeep: “It’s our policy.” Zimmerman: “You crazy? I’m older than the damn stadium.” The barkeep’s eyes roll, then: “Driver’s license, please.” Zimmerman: “None on me. My driver drove.” No license, no vodka.
Ron Edelson, the year-older partner in p.r. firm Zimmerman/ Edelson, produced his own license. May little Bobby Zimmerman’s AARP guardian hear that he then got his vodka tonic and lime.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.