Michael Thomas, a New York writer and bon viveur, has died, to my great sadness. He introduced me to New York high society at a cocktail party in 1977 – higher than I’ve ever experienced since as it included Lincoln Kirstein, who invited us to visit the inner sanctum of the Pierpont Morgan to see its manuscripts, and John Pope-Hennessy, who eyed me glassily and talked in his curious antiquated falsetto. Michael was interesting in that his father had worked for Lehman Bros., he himself worked as a curator of paintings at the Met. before himself joining Lehmans in 1961 and becoming a writer and columnist ten years later. He was quite a character.