New York City is the place I go to play out my internalized delusions of grandeur. I once went to the city often enough and stayed at the Bowery Hotel often enough and had a personal driver often enough to think that I, too, was a member of the Bourgeois Class. But those were the perks of a job that is no longer. My husband, who was born in the West Vil…
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