“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

myself. It wasn’t a permanent fixture in the way he understood such things. It was a modular window treatment system—completely removable.

I looked at the Venetian glass sconces on the wall—limited edition hand-blown pieces worth four thousand dollars per pair. They weren’t hard-wired into the electrical system like standard light fixtures. They were continue reading …