So Howard Bragman has died. I will miss him–not because we were especially close, but because he had a gift for making every encounter kind of fun, and, often, more memorable than it was supposed to be.
The last time I spoke with Howard was some months ago. He had called, apropos of nothing much, to marvel at the way Disney CEO Bob Chapek had managed to offend almost everyone with his back-and-forth approach to the company’s sex-and-real estate problem in Florida.
This was a thing of wonder to a professional crisis manager like Bragman. Usually, you manage to make someone happy. At the time, Howard said he, personally, was happy enough.
Having weathered a domestic crisis of some sort, he was living in Toluca Lake and having an unexpectedly good time. I didn’t ask, so I can’t tell you more.
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