David Turner, a soft-spoken and very kind-faced 51-year-old Westchester real estate broker, stood in his black fleece Columbia vest and Merrell shoes in something called the Love Temple, a pavilion in the perfectly manicured southwest section of a 64.6-acre estate.
Rain fell. Wild turkeys shuffled by. An owl hooted. It was like a Victorian Read More
It Takes a Pillage, Part I
The scene: late night; a dimly lit room in a nondescript but well-appointed suburban home. It could be almost anywhere such homes are found: Palo Alto, Bloomfield Hills, Chappaqua ….
THE SENATOR (sipping from a gin fizz): Here’s what you’re going to do. Get his schedule. Hour by Read More
You’ll remember that some weeks ago, the New York metropolitan area experienced a strange and even bizarre phenomenon called “a sunny, warm weekend,” which led to much rejoicing throughout the region. On that fine day, I spent four hours at a grade-school track meet in Morristown, N.J., sporting the title of assistant track coach for Read More
I had a wonderful summer vacation-all but the last eight hours of it. That’s when my family and I flew back coach on a nonstop flight from Venice to New York. The problems actually started earlier that morning, as my two daughters and I were having breakfast in the Thomas Mann room at the Hotel Read More
I don’t have much sympathy for Bill Clinton, but after
spending two days in Chappaqua my heart goes out to him. He’s getting socked
away down a cul-de-sac surrounded by McMansions. If his last house was done
over, with provincial nuttiness, by Kaki Hockersmith, his new house has been
done with bourgeois opulence, that screams Read More
