Nora Ephron And I Cab It Uptown

Nora Ephron knew everyone in New York, and occasionally I was among that “everyone.” I ran into her most frequently in the 1990s, when I was working at The New Yorker. This journalist, humorist, and director of such movies as “Sleepless in Seattle,” who died yesterday, would show up at the magazine’s parties, and we would always bump into each other. She usually said, “South Dakota, right?”, referring to my home state. And I would say, “Beverly Hills, Manhattan, right?”, referring to where she grew up under the wing of her screenwriter parents. Nora and I once shared a cab uptown, and mostly we stared out the window and commented on important buildings that had been torn down. Another important New York fixture, Nora Ephron, sadly, has now joined the ranks of Penn Station and the Astor Hotel.

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