
It's chilly enough for her mink coat and Manhattan is grittier now-her son keeps warning her about a subway vigilante on the prowl-but the quick-tongued poet has never been one to scare easily. Now it's the last night of 1984 and Lillian, 85 years old but just as sharp as ever, is on her way to a party. Macy's to become the highest paid advertising woman in the country. She took 1930s New York by storm, working her way up writing copy for R.H.
