One of my first memories of New York is of being taken out to lunch with my younger brother at the Four Seasons’ Pool Room by a family friend. I was about five, and he three. Upon seeing the burbling waters of the reflecting pool in the middle of the room, my brother and I immediately announced our intention to jump in when we had finished eating. The adults at our table, though tickled by the thought of two young boys splashing around while men in grey double-breasted suits…
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