Perks of the position: got to go down to the West Village to a restaurant called Sushi Samba to have lunch with supermodel Carol Alt, and to interview her for an upcoming pictorial in Playboy. She is a very accomplished woman, and we spoke about her new novel, working for Bob Fosse, dating hockey players, why she loves Canada but doesn’t much care for Russia, how to act in Italian when you don’t speak the language, posing for the cover of Spy, and most of all, the value of raw foods, a subject about which she is most passionate. Did I mention that she was beautiful? No, but you could probably figure out for yourself. She was charmed when I mentioned that I had sort of met her fifteen or so years ago, when Ginny and Molly and perhaps Cara visited me one evening in the city after work. We were heading over to Grand Central Station, when a white limo pulled up, and a beautiful woman lowered the window and handed Molly a bouquet of balloons. It was Carol Alt, accompanied by her then-husband, New York Ranger Ron Greschner.