My brief dealings with New York Post gossipist Cindy Adams have always been pleasant. She's a saucy, eightysomething scribe as prone to the occasional mistake as the rest of us.

But apparently, she got hammered by readers for her item about George W. Bush's potential move to Preston Hollow, our wealthy enclave that she called "a town outside Dallas" where "houses come with horse stables, lake views, mountain views, golf club views."

OK, so pretty much all of that is wrong, but "mountain views" is the most egregious.

And that's what she addressed in her "correction," which, frankly, didn't exactly smack of contrition – or accuracy. But as I said, she's saucy.

In her column, she wrote: "Tuesday I reported the Bushes' post-White House house will be in Preston Hollow, some Texas town a stable away from Dallas. I said it had lake views, cow views, mountain views. Turns out, ain't got mountains. Preston Hollowites obviously read The Post because crates of them informed me I don't know my rear end from my cow flop. Sorry I got the views wrong, but leave me alone already. That I knew where Dubya and Mrs. Dubya are going, nobody disputes. They're only disputing that this burg has mountains. Like who cares?"

Sex and the City creator Candace Bushnell was in good hands last week when she hit Dallas to promote her new novel, One Fifth Avenue.

Social mover Kimberly Schlegel Whitman, football wife Lori Jones (that's Mrs. Jerry Jones Jr.) and their friend Gigi Howard co-hosted a book signing for Ms. Bushnell at the Rosewood Crescent Hotel. Wannabe Carries, Charlottes, Mirandas and Samanthas lined up to get their books signed.

That was no super- model impersonator wandering Highland Park Village last weekend; that was Her Moleness Cindy Crawford.

The cover girl was in town and checked in at the Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek. On Friday, she ducked in for lunch at Cafe Pacific.

Author Burt Boyar, one of my closest friends, tells me he once dined with mobster Sam Giancana and his girlfriend, singer Phyllis McGuire.

After drinking a little too much smart water, Burt couldn't hold himself back, and he jokingly told the Chicago boss, "I'm not afraid of you," which just got a laugh from "Momo."

I felt the same urge last weekend after talking with Ultimate Fighting Championship star lightweight Roger Huerta at Saturday's Cattle Baron's Ball and Sunday's Cowboys- Bengals game.

At Texas Stadium, I jokingly shoved him and warned him that I was ready to fight him.

"OK," he said, smiling warmly. "But I'll have to make you sign a waiver first."