Since my brush with Polonium, it seemed almost anticlimactic to find myself in Boston when bridges, roads, and the Charles River were shut down. As everyone must know by now, the cause was a set of lit-up cartoon characters hung on buildings and some other promotional boxes placed at strategic places around the city in a "guerilla marketing" campaign. From the news here, people seem to be dividing into two camps: the "f*ck 'em if they can't take a joke" camp, and the "fry the bastards" camp. I suppose most of you can guess which one I am in.
As you might recall, I have taken particular delight in watching the police blotter for Atherton over the years. (My favorite police report: a warm cup of coffee was reported found on a doorstep. Subsequent investigation revealed it to have been left by a neighbor who stopped by. Atherton breathed safe once more.) So, I was more amused to see this report in the NY Times on the great Atherton wine cellar heist. It is certainly a burden to be rich.
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One of our neighbors who decided to sell their condo brought us several bottles of wine as a farewell gesture. It wasn't the kind I like --"sweet" and "fruity" were part of the description. I can't bring myself to throw it away but I'm hoping someone will heist it. I guess those Atherton thieves have better taste.
The recent Naples Wine Festival, featuring Emeril, Martha Stewart, Wolfgang Puck and other celebs,raised $12.5 million in one week for migrant children in Collier County. Aside from the worthy cause it was just a vulgar display of wealth. Naples loves it.
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