Why You Can't
December, 1989
Blame Chubby CheckerLook at you: You're a competent guy, a man of accomplishment. Your career is flying, your pay check pushing the edge of the envelope. You read. You're up on movies. You know art and he knows you. You can summon sommeliers in the fanciest expense-account restaurants, and your personal stash of Cuban cigars attests to your taste and your resourcefulness, not to mention your contrariant contempt for the way the wind is blowing. In other words, you are a dude, an 18-karat, bona f...
