Saturday Morning Cigars: My Neighbor's Beach Fantasy in Westchester
Disclaimer: I am a dad living in Westchester, New York. The names of all people, but not all places, have been changed to protect the innocent and me from the glares of my neighbors who are definitely not reading this blog. Greg Miller smokes cigars in a lawn chair on Saturday mornings. I don't know what his job is, something in the city, something that allows him to slow dance to music in the living room with his wife like he's character in a period piece about the 1950s. If I had to guess, and I don't, but I will, I think he probably works somewhere down on Wall Street. Takes the Metro North in the morning from Greenwich, even though he could take the Port Chester train, reads the New York Times on his way there, works, and then returns just as the sun falls in the sky. Greg and Anne Miller have been together for 30 years. They have a child who went to Cornell because he couldn't get into Dartmouth, and they drive a Tesla and have one of those stickers that says that...