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A friend once asked me what "made my heart sing". I can't recall all that I revealed, but I do remember this much: My boy Christian for starters. Meaningful competition. Moonlight sails. Long walks along the shore -- and finding beach glass! Classic Broadway musicals. Dancing. Genuine "midwestern" kindness. Successful dinner parties. Snowstorms. Princeton victories on the playing fields. Traditional jazz. Friday Happy Hours. "Little black dresses" (worn by those worthy of them!). Christmas. The coast of Maine. Casablanca....the movie. Edelweiss....the song. A roaring fireplace in mid-January. Jimmy Stewart. Getting dressed up for a special event. Conversely, living in my bathing suit and flipflops for a week in Montauk. Weeping beech trees. The Cyclades. Gunkholing -- you'll have to ask about that one! The Berkshires in the fall. Tailgating. Good live music. My Uncle Otto. College hoops and gridiron. Steaks off the grill. Ferries. Late spring, when the days are long and the attire is sheer and short. Pond hockey. Spooning. The BVIs and my extended "Islands" family down there. Thunder showers. Did I mention Christian?! Manhattan eateries. Three feet of fresh champagne powder. Richard Rodgers melodies. Serendipitous antique findings. Winter Olympics. There was something about sex too, but better left unsaid!
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