They used to write articles like this so we could feel a bit of vicarious richness. We, too, could be awesome if we just applied ourselves. I remember the show Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous. They didn’t air it so we’d know where to go to string the bastards up. Things feel different now.

Not too long ago I went on a guided bicycle tour of Central Park. I recommend it, by the way. The guide knew his audience. Well, he knew his regular audience. He pointed out where countless scenes were shot for movies I’d never seen or heard of. But he also pointed to different buildings and told us who lived in them and how much they paid for the privilege. He showed us numerous buildings that had turned down Madonna’s applications. Anyone truly famous probably wants people to know where they live, in Manhattan, at least.

Of course, that may be changing.

Telling us where Jamie Dimon and Lloyd Blankfein live has more of an ominous feel to it at the moment. Don’t you think? It seems more like an invitation to pay them an unfriendly visit.

I mean, it’s not hard to picture things taking an ugly turn and people stripping 15 Central Park West down to the copper. And then taking the copper.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but things are changing.