June 25, 2007
It might be better to remember things the way they were, but Iím tempted to see my childhood home, my grandparentsí beautiful white Victorian house, and my godfatherís spectacular childhood home (I have the painting an artist did of the house Ė he was a stranger, but captivated by its splendor) on the way to the Hamptons. It wonít be much of a detour. I donít think Iíve been there since my grandparents died and we moved away and everything changed forever. I realize all this was exactly 30 years ago, so maybe itís time. Maybe itís the right time.