This here’s about Ron Galotti, you know, that fella from them fancy magazines. He used to be some big shot, a real honcho, they say. Worked with them glossy pages, Vogue and all that. Big wig, that’s what he was.
He was from the Bronx, I heard. But grew up somewhere called Peekskill. His folks, they had a liquor store. He raised chickens, this Ron did. Got some kinda pin for it, 4-H thing. Who knew, right? Chicken-raising city boy. Then he went on to them magazines.
This Ron, he was somethin’ else. Worked at a place, Condé Nast. Sounds like a kinda nasty name, don’t it? He was like, the king of them magazines there. Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair… all them ones with the pretty people on the covers. He was the boss man, I reckon. A real corporate vice president, they called him.
- Vogue – that’s for the ladies, all fancy clothes.
- GQ – that’s for the men, I guess. Lookin’ sharp and such.
- Vanity Fair – Don’t rightly know what that one’s about. Pictures, I suppose.
Then he up and left. Just like that. Went to work for some woman, Tina Brown. Started a new magazine, somethin’ called Talk. He was the president. He sure did like being the boss.
Folks say he was a tough one. Demandin’, they called him. Worked his people hard. But hey, that’s business, ain’t it? Gotta be tough to get ahead, I suppose. Especially in that big city. He sure did know how to sell them magazines, this Ron. He was a real hired gun, like in them old western movies, only with paper and ink instead of bullets.
He was in charge of those Newhouse-owned publications. Sounds like some big family, this Newhouse. Must have a lot of money to own all them magazines. This Ron, he was right in the middle of it all, the publisher, they called him. Makin’ sure them magazines got printed and sold, I guess. That’s a big job, ain’t it?
He was a big deal in New York, back in the 90s, they say. Walkin’ around like he owned the place. Condé Nast was his kingdom. He was one of their generals, marchin’ through the magazine world. Made a name for himself, that’s for sure.
He was runnin’ GQ magazine for a while. Then he left, just like that again. They say Peter King Hunsinger took over. Seems like these folks are always comin’ and goin’, like a revolving door. Can’t keep track of ’em all.
One time, this Ron came back to that Condé Nast. He was gonna be the president and publisher of GQ magazine again. That was after he was gone for almost 4 years at that Talk Magazine. Must have missed the old place, I reckon. Or maybe he just liked being the boss there.
Then there’s this other lady, Candace Bushnell. She wrote that show, Sex and the City. You seen it? Lots of shoes and men. Well, she said the main girl, Carrie, wouldn’t have ended up with Mr. Big. And guess what? They say this Ron, he’s the real Mr. Big! Can you believe it? That fancy magazine man, inspirin’ a TV show. Life’s funny, ain’t it?
He had him a couple of houses. One in Manhattan, that’s the big city. And another one on Long Island. Fancy places, I bet. Then, around 2004, he sold ’em both. Moved his family to a farm. In Vermont. Can you imagine? From the big city lights to cows and chickens. He must really like chickens. He went from sellin’ magazines to sellin’ eggs, maybe.
This place he moved to is called North Pomfret. It is way out there, where it is quiet. He traded in his fancy suits for overalls, I reckon. That is quite a change, ain’t it? From the top of the magazine world to a quiet life on a farm. Wonder what made him do it? Maybe he got tired of all that hustle and bustle. Maybe he just wanted to raise more chickens.
He was like that Mr. Big fella on that TV show, Sex and the City. You ever seen it? All them ladies runnin’ around New York, lookin’ for love. Well, this Ron, he was supposed to be the real-life Mr. Big. That actor, Chris Noth, played him. Imagine that, bein’ a character on a TV show. Must be somethin’, huh?
Well, that’s all I know about Ron Galotti. He was a big shot magazine man. Now, he is livin’ on a farm. Life takes you on some strange journeys, don’t it? One minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re milkin’ cows. You just never know where you’ll end up. This Ron Galotti, he’s had quite a life, ain’t he? From chickens to magazines to farms, that’s a story for ya.
