From 2006:
It’s been a long time since I paid an overnight visit to suburbia, and I happily admit to having found it pleasant. I sat on a patio yesterday morning, sipping a drink, basking in the sun, and looking at a pair of robins. Then I came back inside the house, where two small children were sitting patiently in front of the TV, waiting for their mother to pop Alice in Wonderland into the VCR. I glanced at the screen and saw the quivering, slightly fuzzy image of a half-dozen ballet dancers.
“Huh,” I said out loud. “That’s ‘The Unanswered Question.’ It’s from George Balanchine’s Ivesiana.”
“How’s that again?” my hostess asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I answered. “It’s just a ballet I like.” It was as if I’d been handed a telegram: COME HOME ALL IS FORGIVEN….
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