Since prep school they told you the right schools, connections and career would bring the keys to the kingdom. They neglected to mention, however, that the kingdom is in New Haven, Connecticut — 80 miles from Midtown Manhattan.
Neglecting the lost art of conversation:
If you weren’t a smoker, you are now:
By Stamford, this is the most crowded car:
Let’s see: You had a highball at 11:30 and a three-martini lunch. Now a couple aperitifs, some wine later with dinner, and a snifter or two before five hours of sleep:
Hence the bags under the eyes:
Arrived at last. Up ahead, the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s called retirement, and it’s only 17 years away. — CC