It was several seconds before the elevator cage rumbled down to the lobby. As the operator opened the sliding door, I stepped out of the cage into the carpeted hotel corridor and looked for My Man Friday attired in a black frock coat. The
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One day last week as I was lying outside, alone, luxuriating in the sun and my daydreams, I had a forecast of a Slim Aarons’ style picturesque summer– A la A Place in the Sun. Enveloped in Ethiopian jazz, floating from our sun porch, a