On our way back yesterday, the toll booth operators wished us well at every stop as they took our cash, culminating at the Verrazano with a very cheerful “Happy Resurrection!”
If I knew more about which hotels used unionized labor, and which were owned by Adelson, I too would take that into consideration! That’s a problem we can fix.
Even though it’s guilt inducing to ride on a private plane — the wealth! the leather! the carbon footprint! the children who live in poverty! — you should still say yes to your friend’s great-uncle’s offer to fly across the country with them for the weekend.
I am very, very excited to escape the slushy drabness of East Coast Smarch, and to meet my two-month-old nephew for the first time, and to cheer on my friend K as she gets married in the dress I helped her pick out.
Southeast Asia is so cheap. There was one day when we each had three meals, snacks, smoothies, and coffee, and we took a four-hour train ride, and we only spent $15. There’s nowhere else in the world where you can do that.
I haven’t owned a car since 2001. On September 5, a week before 9/11, my midnight blue Mazda Miata convertible was repossessed.
We love this guy. We love him to the tune of $277,000+, apparently, because he is an old school, uphill-both-ways, Greatest Generation, pulling-himself-up-by-his-bootstraps kind of man.
We buy our way out of inconvenience and discomfort, as long as we can afford to and sometimes even when we can’t, because the need feels so pressing. How do we get out of this cycle? Do we even want or need to?