Saturday: I am drinking my morning coffee and, all of a sudden, I am in

the presence of...Madonna, staring at me from the cover of Vanity Fair.

Still in great shape, still eager to provoke. Behind her, the globe

that she holds -– or should I say, clutches –- with rather frightening

determination. Then, another sip of coffee, and a quick look at another

cover story: Moses and his famously thunderous voice is no more;

Charlton Heston is dead...