powerbroker

I am a: Man

Age: Birthdays are a nuisance

Area Code: 212

Occupation: I am indeed a dirt mover and a park man, a brother to dragons, a companion to owls, and an honorary engineer by predilection, training and preference

Education: Yale (’09)

Religion: It’s nobody’s business what my religion is

Star Sign: Sagittarius

MORE ABOUT ME

Last great book I read:

The Power Broker

Most humbling moment:

Everybody makes mistakes. Why advertise them?

Favorite on-screen sex scene:

We are essentially a middle-of-the-road people, holding fast to what is good until we find something provably better.

Celebrity I resemble most:

Now that’s a goddamned stupid question.

Best (or worst) lie I've ever told:

Traffic will flow freely.

If I could be anywhere at the moment:

There are no happier sounds than those which accompany the first rush of children into a new playground after the windy orators have concluded, the flag has gone up, and the silk ribbon has been cut.

Song or album that puts me in the mood:

You are not listening to an administrative stooge who has to curry favor with the chief and sing for his supper, although I don’t mind harmonizing with Governor Al Smith at the backroom piano, perhaps after cracking crabs and drinking beer at Dinty Moore’s.

The five items I can't live without:

Pandemonium, ferment, the clash of brass and cymbals, the anvil . . . and zones of comparative quiet where nature still holds its sway.

Fill in the blanks:

Vitriol is sexy. The old-fashioned meat axe is sexier.

In my bedroom, you'll find:

Assorted dyspeptics, grouches, grumblers, hit-and-run writers and talkers who hint broadly that our fair will be artless, boycotted, funless, foodless, constipated, strangled and tasteless.

Why you should get to know me:

Once you sink that first stake they’ll never make you pull it up. I am no foe of romanticism, and in fact am an incurable romantic in my spare time, which is almost nonexistent. If I have a formula it is simply this: I believe in limited objectives -- If the ends don't justify the means, then what does?

More about what I'm looking for:

You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs and those of us who have survived are by now clothed in the tough impenetrable armor of a rhinoceros. The true course is not one of compromise. Never temporize, duck, dodge, studiously avoid decisions and trouble or run away from a fight. Heroes come in strange packages. Glamour boys are a dime a dozen. I like the people who perform rather than promise. We suffer here in New York from too many doctrinaire crack-pots. An occasional mosquito, gnat or gadfly may be stimulating, but an army of these pests can put a strong man to death.