Busy this week. Tuesday night we went to a short lecture by Mary McFadden, designer of fabulous gowns. She talked about patterns in nature, showing slides of locations across the world. A few of her gowns were on display at Rosecliff. Met some new interesting people.
Wednesday night, went to the opening of the Vanderbilt time share hotel in Newport, Rhode Island. You can buy 6 weeks in the hotel for $45,000. It is yours forever, and you can sell it when you want to. The hotel will be operated eventually by the owners, and your stuff will be stored and brought out for your 6 week stint. This seems to be a trend for the future, rather than owning in different places, people are buying shares of homes, and hotels. The Ritz is big into this idea. We met Barbara and Richard at the cocktail party, joining them for dinner at Lucia on Thames street later. Joe came over and convinced us to look at his father's new condominium on the water,in Newport, one more time. So we will probably do that tomorrow. We think our home in Osterville, on the Cape is going to be sold in a month.
Tonight we are going to the war college event at the museum here in Newport. Have to run back to work this morning, returning tonight with Mr Ambassador, our grandson Kenny, who knows everyone in Newport, Portsmouth, and Middletown, Rhode Island, from his exposure at the Portsmouth Abby School. He loves Newport, and he is going to to to Salve Regina University here.
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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!
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