the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to

"For two thousand years you haven't said a word. Why?"

"I've been waiting for improved telecommunications on this planet. Who wants to stand in parks and street corners and talk to the wind? Besides, my agent has not yet heard from the Network executives about a TV deal."

"I thought you didn't need a TV deal to reach the masses"

"Well, it was easy before. See, all I had to do was to multiply a few loaves of bread and produce a few gallons of good Chianti. In seconds I had a crowd"

"No one is stopping you. We all could use some of those fresh baguettes and some vintage vino from the golden hills of Chianti, or whatever"

"Listen Barbara, if I start making bread these days, in no time at all an Inspector from the Food and Drug Administration will be on my tail asking for a License, a city Permit, a certificate from the Health Department, and probably slap me with a citation for peddling and loitering"

"But Jesus, if I remember correctly, you had access to special powers. Making bread and wine are just minor tricks that any amateur magician can perform."

" You are probably right. The problem is that I find that the place has changed so much that I feel a little out of place. I see sick people all over and I suffer because I can't cure them"

"But, in the name of.., pardon me! Why can't you?"

"You kidding, girl? Do you think I want to be caught practicing Medicine without a License? You know what the HMO's would do to me? The AMA and the pharmaceutical labs? They'd crucify me! Again!"

"How about your agent?"

" Worse than a Merchant at the Temple or a Roman Legionnaire. All he thinks about are commissions and how he can cheat the IRS. He can't even get me a gig to address the parochial Schools in the Bronx!"

"Well, maybe I can help you. You see, your image needs a little re-engineering, as Newt was fond of saying."

"Who the devil is Newt?"

"Never mind, JC. He's water under the bridge, and not potable either!"

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"I have a friend that owns a consignment store in Eight Avenue, the garment District, you know. He can get you a nice Armani suit for a darn good price. He can also get you a nice silk shirt with a Hermes necktie. Have you heard of Armani suits? Maybe you can forget about that robe and the sandals you wear. Get some Floorsheims. Don’t forget the sox and a puffy color handkerchief in your breast pocket. As a final touch I see you carrying an Italian leather attache case with shiny metal fittings and a Morton and Flicks umbrella”

Barbara looked at the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to s

"Listen Barbara, if I start making bread these days, in no time at all an Inspector from the Food and Drug Administration will be on my tail asking for a License, a city Permit, a certificate from the Health Department, and probably slap me with a citation for peddling and loitering"

"But Jesus, if I remember correctly, you had access to special powers. Making bread and wine are just minor tricks that any amateur magician can perform."

" You are probably right. The problem is that I find that the place has changed so much that I feel a little out of place. I see sick people all over and I suffer because I can't cure them"

"But, in the name of.., pardon me! Why can't you?"

"You kidding, girl? Do you think I want to be caught practicing Medicine without a License? You know what the HMO's would do to me? The AMA and the pharmaceutical labs? They'd crucify me! Again!"

"How about your agent?"

" Worse than a Merchant at the Temple or a Roman Legionnaire. All he thinks about are commissions and how he can cheat the IRS. He can't even get me a gig to address the parochial Schools in the Bronx!"

"Well, maybe I can help you. You see, your image needs a little re-engineering, as Newt was fond of saying."

"Who the devil is Newt?"

"Never mind, JC. He's water under the bridge, and not potable either!"

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"I have a friend that owns a consignment store in Eight Avenue, the garment District, you know. He can get you a nice Armani suit for a darn good price. He can also get you a nice silk shirt with a Hermes necktie. Have you heard of Armani suits? Maybe you can forget about that robe and the sandals you wear. Get some Floorsheims. Don’t forget the sox and a puffy color handkerchief in your breast pocket. As a final touch I see you carrying an Italian leather attache case with shiny metal fittings and a Morton and Flicks umbrella”

Barbara looked at the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to

in the name of.., pardon me! Why can't you?"

"You kidding, girl? Do you think I want to be caught practicing Medicine without a License? You know what the HMO's would do to me? The AMA and the pharmaceutical labs? They'd crucify me! Again!"

"How about your agent?"

" Worse than a Merchant at the Temple or a Roman Legionnaire. All he thinks about are commissions and how he can cheat the IRS. He can't even get me a gig to address the parochial Schools in the Bronx!"

"Well, maybe I can help you. You see, your image needs a little re-engineering, as Newt was fond of saying."

"Who the devil is Newt?"

"Never mind, JC. He's water under the bridge, and not potable either!"

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"I have a friend that owns a consignment store in Eight Avenue, the garment District, you know. He can get you a nice Armani suit for a darn good price. He can also get you a nice silk shirt with a Hermes necktie. Have you heard of Armani suits? Maybe you can forget about that robe and the sandals you wear. Get some Floorsheims. Don’t forget the sox and a puffy color handkerchief in your breast pocket. As a final touch I see you carrying an Italian leather attache case with shiny metal fittings and a Morton and Flicks umbrella”

Barbara looked at the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to

He's water under the bridge, and not potable either!"

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"I have a friend that owns a consignment store in Eight Avenue, the garment District, you know. He can get you a nice Armani suit for a darn good price. He can also get you a nice silk shirt with a Hermes necktie. Have you heard of Armani suits? Maybe you can forget about that robe and the sandals you wear. Get some Floorsheims. Don’t forget the sox and a puffy color handkerchief in your breast pocket. As a final touch I see you carrying an Italian leather attache case with shiny metal fittings and a Morton and Flicks umbrella”

Barbara looked at the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to

the handsome man in front of her. The aura was still there. The look in those gray-green eyes was unmistakable. She thought for a moment and then said:

"It is a matter of image. Get a haircut and shave that beard and you'll be on your way. Maybe I can get you to appear weekly in 'How to be a Millionaire'"?

HE smiled with that smile that was all sunshine and pearls. He nodded and then said:

"Can I ask you a question Barbara?"

•Certainly, Jay”

"Can you give me the phone number of your plastic surgeon? I have recently noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes, the forehead and the lips. We TV personalities can not afford to show that time is affecting us, can't we?