Upgrade

Too much fun to leave. We decided to stay but the hotel was "fully committed," said Maria at the desk, a girl who, like the valets, knows my name immediately. "We would like to offer you an upgrade to the Flagler Suites," she offered. "You will have an ocean view and access to the spa and the terrace. The suites are provided with a private valet. I think you will like the room."

We like the room.

And so we frolicked in the ocean and lay about the pool and had food and drinks on the terrace. And now, I write at a desk overlooking the ocean as the sun rises.

I enjoy watching the woman's son here, already a little Kennedy, learning quickly as children do. He has no trouble using the valet. Children are always ready to rule without hesitation. They are born to it, natural aristocrats.

So for now there are only snapshots and lazy vacation writings. I will try to hold onto some of these carefree days. There are still mountains and beaches and picnics and girls in their summer dresses. There are European vacations. Something. Anything. We'll play in the sprinklers if nothing else.