Every Sunday morning the New York Times slaps my driveway long before my day begins. Today, I awoke to the smell of muffins in the oven and the laughter of my family, happily baking away. They know I sleep in on Sundays. They plan for it. By the time I dragged my semi-conscious self to…
Read moreWe just got back from NYC. We saw two Broadway plays, one musical, and the opera. We fought our way through the throngs to see the window displays near Rockefeller Center and through an obscene mob at the Museum of Natural History. The Frick Museum was a nice respite from the madding crowd, however. We…
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