Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sunday morning, Christmas Eve

Early. In a few hours I will receive the Sunday New York Times, one of the few copies that makes it to the island -- thanks to my friend Holland and his connections at the airport. It costs a pretty penny by the time it makes it to my doorstep, but Holland's baggage-handling pals each take a cut along the way -- Miami, Nassau, Exuma. This is ad hoc entrepreneurship at its best, and more power to them.

The most conspicuous aspect of the Times these days is the full-page ads for luxury watches. If you were a royal from "the East" bringing a princely gift to a star-heralded child, I suppose today you'd choose a diamond-encrusted Gucci watch. See this week's Musing.

A season's greeting from Anne. Click to enlarge.