How often have I bitched and moaned about Utila, where Danielle lives -- its inaccessibility, its lack of cultural diversions, its removal from the civilized way of life available to children who grow up in New York, as I did and Danielle did. How often have I disapproved of Maxim's lack of access to the museums, the plays, the concerts, the private schools?
On the other hand . . . neither Danielle nor I got to drive the boat when we were three years old.
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ReplyDeletegetting to drive the boat at three, methinks, far outweighs the Greek and Roman wing at the Met. Call me Phyllis Stine if you must, but the look on that kid's face? JOY JOY JOY
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