Tuesday, January 24, 2017
I think this town's equivalent of a nineteenth-century New England town hall or a twentieth-century Midwestern community center is the high-end gym with therapy pools and complimentary straightening irons in the women's locker room and fruit-infused water. It is the place to run into everyone. (Today we ran into the rabbi.) Granted, it is in the center of town, but otherwise in no way resembles its institutional predecessors.
Posted by Miss Self-Important at 2:59 PM