Category Archives: anatomy of a column

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was sitting in her kitchen, and mumbled “it’s morning in America” to the life-size cut out of Ronald Wilson Reagan (“the greatest president of the last half of the last century, probably the greatest … Continue reading →

In which Peggy Noonan appears to have a crush on Mayor Pete. Continue reading →

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was ready to start the séance, all the needful supplies were in place (one, brown Cordovan, the life-size cutout of Ronald Wilson Reagan—the greatest president of the last half of the last century). Her … Continue reading →

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan buzzed the door to Aviary II (her cunning nickname for her Penthouse, so vast, so chic) to let in the Amazon Fresh delivery of a case of pineapples. “A storm,” she had murmurred to … Continue reading →

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan scaled the wall of Independence Hall, threw one ample leg over the rail and then the other as she climbed into the cupola at the top, and all in black, ninja-like, she surveyed the … Continue reading →

And that gives me a chance to repost this little pastiche of Peggington mashed up with dialog from Auntie Mame: And since, you know, Mock Paper Scissors owns Peggy Noonan, I think it’s worth reporting that she has now been … Continue reading →

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan was bird watching, enjoying the joyous sights and sounds of our avian friends, the great outdoors, the scent of adventure. Of course, she was on her terrace high above the City, trusty pitcher of … Continue reading →

Anatomy of a Column eggy Noonan picked up the garage remote and tried to shut off the television mounted on the wall in the Aviary II, her chic and spacious upper west side penthouse. FBI Director James Comey’s voice continued … Continue reading →