Thirty years ago, when I was a kid just starting out in New York—think a Whit Stillman movie with twice the social awkwardness, and none of the cocaine or hookups—I remember being amazed at the concept of “summer hours.” Apparently there were businesses so eccentric, so decadent, so
The U.S. Dollar and God will be here when you get back. Bwah hahahaha! Mourning MacWrite now.
How many pieces did YOU lose? :-)