We are off to New York City for the day. A quick up and down and in and out. Just a brief hiatus from the uncluttered byways of Chestertown. Yes, we have a hankering for that exotic city air, its teeming populous, and the chorus of taxi cab horns.

We should be on our way home this time tomorrow and back to small-town life as we know it by tomorrow afternoon.

Yet, we cannot discount the possibility that we will be so taken with the city that we will stay. I’ve long been curious about whether I might thrive as a hedge fund manager, and Robbi has always wanted to be a Rockette.

If we don’t return (I consider the prospect unlikely, but possible), will someone tell Doug the Baker to ship up some sun buns? And will someone please feed Oscar? And water the plants? And make our books? Oh, and raise our children as upstanding, yet independent-minded citizens?

Thanks. We owe you one.