The place was packed today with people lining up around the block in the pouring rain. But, there was an oasis in that overflow room, a little table set up, Table 5 it was. And it went empty the entire day. Ted Turner, Henry Schleiff, Martha Stewart, mogul upon mogul looked longingly over at that empty table, hoping to be seated there. But no. That table was reserved. It had just a kind of altar-like thing, with a picture on it of a man. It had the man's favorite meal, too. But no man. No Michael Wolff. Nah! We kid. Anyway, Michael Wolff where were you? All the Michael's kids miss you. They were all asking why? Why? Why? Why? did you bite the hand that fed you? The hand that gave you a fabulous book party. Why?

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