Sublime

The people drank and nibbled, while they discussed the issues of the day, sorting, rejecting, revising. Then they went home, quietly, elegantly. They retired to homes not one whit less solid or…

Even when I was in the advertising business during those palmy days when the industry motto was “Let’s have lunch!” and the road to success was strewn with menus, I was never able to come to terms with the working lunch. For me, work and lunch are two activities that were never meant to coexist and should never be forced to do so. Lunch is—or it

Richard and I both thanked Don for being so candid. Then Don asked, “Is that all? Is that what you wanted to know?”

“It’s mac and cheese night,” floats up from somewhere near the end of the table. It sounds like there are three different conversations going on, at least one of them at a decibel level that seems unnecessary for indoors. Harper and Vanessa are gesticulating wildly with their hands, and Mr. Porter is using his steak knife to illustrate something on