Monday as I was finishing breakfast, the phone rang. It was Donald.
"Hey, I’m thinking that on a gorgeous day like today, even though it’s a little cool, it’s arguably insalubrious to hang around indoors. How would you like to give me a tour of Gramercy Park? I figure you’re my only way in to see that statue of Edwin Thomas Booth."
I paused a little too long as my brain scrambled to define "insalubrious." So Donald spoke again.
"You do have a key to the park, right? I mean, I’m assuming, here…."
"I do. I do have a key." I stood and moved to where I could see out of the living room window to verify his assessment of the weather. "You’ve never been in there?"
"Be real, guy. How would I get in? You’re the most well-heeled person I’ve ever met, let alone knowing anyone else who lives anyw
