Sundays With Noel
Briefly

Stew Leonard's judgment day is set for October 20 in Federal District Court in New Haven, where Fairfield County's big butter and egg man (now the heavy in a light opera bouffe Gotterdammerrung) will learn his fate. On advice of counsel—Watergate prosecutor James Neal—Leonard copped a plea of 'conspiring to defraud the Federal Government of taxes on $17.5 million' that he and three Norwalk co-defendants skimmed from the World's Largest Dairy Store. Guidelines call for up to five years of jail time on top of an already levied $15 million fine. In the absence of divine intervention, Leonard will be trading down his Holstein glad rags for Danbury pin stripes. Old MacDonald never had days like this.
I remember him once telling me to lay off a certain person who, he said quoting Graham Greene, was a member of the "non-torturable class." Noel and I were members of the same generation of aspirers who invaded New York in the sixties hell-bent on making a name for ourselves.
There was a business element in Noel's and my relationship, of course. Sooner or later, he would dangle an article idea before me like a lion tamer waving a steak before one of his charges. Noel knew what he was doing. He was a pro and a helluva writer.
What did we talk about? Probably gossip about doings at the Nation and literary matters in general. Noel was well-read.
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