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You never know what will happen at Mar-a-Lago — I stumbled into an Andrea Bocelli concert

B-day bash’s perfect tenor

Over hill and over dale I just hit the sunny trail. To Mar-a-Lago and back in 24 hours. Donald not there. I hear he’s been a little busy.

It was a birthday party. Anthony Pratt’s. He threw it for himself. Forget buying the guy a pair of crappy sneakers or a new tie.

He’s Australian. You see him in newspaper ads. The guy takes trash — yours, mine, he’s not fussy — and his multimillion-dollar New York and everywhere mills turn that into perfect paper bags. Buy something — even a raggy sweater from Amazon — and it’ll come wrapped in a recycled paper bag from billionaire Pratt’s mills. He’s the world’s largest privately owned in whatever-thehell you christen his business.

So this weekend he threw himself a small birthday party. Maybe 300-or-more black-tie guests. Steak. Champagne.........

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