Five things I wish I had:
• A winter home on Florida’s Sanibel Island, preferably cloned from one of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Usonian houses or prefab designs—so long as it could be made hurricane-proof
• A first-class player piano
• A private screening room
• A Morandi etching (you knew that one was coming, right?)
• A smallish motor home (or, alternatively but not preferably, a houseboat)
Five things I wish I could do:
• Speak French—though I’d happily settle for being able to read it with ease
• Sing really well
• Dance
• Play bridge
• Cook
Five things I wish I’d done, several of which are still possible:
• Visited the Grand Canyon
• Toured the Hermitage Museum
• Driven all the way from New York City to San Francisco—without an itinerary
• Had children
• Spent more time with my parents in their last years
Five things I’m glad I did:
• Took my mother to the Metropolitan Museum of Art while she could still walk fairly easily
• Took a curtain call in front of a sold-out house at the Santa Fe Opera
• Said “Do you think you might possibly like to go to the ballet with me?” to Nancy LaMott on the night we met, a year and a half before she died
• Said “Let’s do lunch” to Our Girl in Chicago a quarter-century ago
• Married Mrs. T