Where is “Reading Rainbow” when you really need it?

From 9 East 71st Street, one can move in so many directions.

One can go to Broadway, but Broadway is dead. One can go to the UN, but the UN is dead. One can go to the Village, but the Village is dead. One can go to the Pallisades, but the Pallisades is dead. Fifth Avenue, Fifth Avenue dead. Madison Avenue, Madison Avenue dead…

9 East 71st Street, the most valuable piece of real estate in all Mannahattas. This townhouse was sold for $51 million, mainly going to a victim’s fund. What is key here is what a billionaire can do via millionaire, and whether a billionaire can, as could Walt Whitman, acquire — PARK PLACE ESPECIALLY– all of Mannahattas, and make of Mannahattas, “My” city.

It is okay if you are lost at this point. What we really want to lock loins on is you come to NYC, to get down– and not be abandoned, or forelorn, or left naked, or come to a fricken’ island, sexy bikini top and violet bottom, maybe to meet an aboriginal, to hear the purr of a pretty, pretty, name: Mannahattas. The Brooklyn Zoo is a mighty, mighty zoo.

Elon Musk is worth, at his zenith (not that he owns any zenith) 400 billion. Not a trillion– not yet. But how many 9 East 71st Streets, could Elon own, if a woodchuck could chuck real estate?

Okay, Elon, “musk” is often associated with perfume, and you are perfume, or parfum, because: 400,000,000,000/50,000,000 = sure nuff. Elon could own the UN, the bright kleig lights, to smooth delights, the soft ice cream of a rimming dream, Kwame NCrumba, Arent-Arabesque- UN is blessed, Woodrow Wilson wept.