If you live in, or happen to be in (as I am) the United States today, I hope you are having a joy- filled holiday.
As I said, I love Thanksgiving. This year I’m in Detroit, well, Grosse Pointe Farms actually, with my wonderful friend Judy and her family. My family is with the other side. You know, fair’s fair.
Here’s my job, I talk to Judy while she does all the work. She claims it makes it easier and more fun. You can see why we are such good friends. I did set the table with the elements she gave me, lovely china, sparkling silver, crystal, orchids — you get the picture.
As some of you may know, long ago I was the style editor of the Detroit Free Press and this is the first time I have been back to the city since I left for a job in New York. What a surprise(!)
Will tell you more next time. I even went to see the apartment building where Drea and I lived, only to be told by the doorman that since I neither lived in the building nor was expected by anyone who did, I could turn around and leave. I have to admit that I should have retired to the Thinking Chair instead of acting out. (I’m sort of not sorry though.)
“Look,” I said (among other things), “when I lived in this building there was a double murder. I don’t see why you won’t let me walk in and look at the lobby.”
He said: “I told you why you can’t come in.”
So, as you can see, I had some justification for being a brat. I know, I know, he was just doing his job, but “for heaven’s sake,” as my mother used to say.
Please feel free to chide me. I probably deserve it.
Happy Thanksgiving mes très, très chers amis.