I don’t read US Weekly unless I see it on James St. James’s desk, and even then what I do isn’t technically reading. . . No, I got that Alanis-Ryan item from the NY Daily News, where I got this, too, from the same Rush & Molloy column. Seems that David Caruso, the unattractive non-actor who, with his unintentionally hilarious dramatic pauses, ludicrous interrupted delivery style, and that pretentious “business” with his sunglasses, is currently making the otherwise entertaining CSI: Miami an unwatchable joke, was recently spotted on the French Riviera French kissing a babe in a black bikini who may or may not have been his daughter, depending on whom you ask.
Only last month, [his] eight-year marriage to his third wife, former flight attendant Margaret Buckley, was reported to be on the rocks. But a source in Caruso’s camp told us he is definitely not divorced. The same source said Caruso was in posh Saint-Tropez with his daughter, Greta, a student at Yale – and she was the only person he could’ve been shot with. We don’t know how they do it on the Riviera, but the smooch looked a bit much for a father and his daughter.