Sunday, September 11, 2016

The Rich Aren't Like You and Me

The woman has been at our table for less than thirty seconds before she says to her son, "Don't you think it'll be nice on the table? Let's get that one," pointing to Katie's most expensive piece, a large glass cloche enclosing nearly a dozen butterflies on a manzanita branch. 

I've never held a black American Express in my hands before. It's quite heavy. 

One year ago today: In Vino Veritas
Two years ago today: Not a Good Fit
Three years ago today: To Be Fair, They Were Kind of Hidden

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