My wife missed her train at Grand Central last night and got a drink at a bar and began chatting with two English tourists here for the Memorial Day weekend. We have a question, one of them said. We can’t decide whether to go to Coney Island or the Hamptons tomorrow?
Oh that’s the easiest question in the world, my wife said.
Right– the Hamptons, the tourist said.
No. Coney Island, my wife said. If you go to the Hamptons there’s nothing to do. You’ll walk around near the train station and spend money at the overpriced stores, then get back on the train. You only want to go to the Hamptons if someone’s invited you to their house. At Coney Island you’ll have a lot of fun and go on all the rides and see a lot of strange people.
Thank you, thank you, the guy said. OK, we have another question. We don’t understand why are all your newspapers and television stations are reporting on Arnold Schwarzenegger’s lovechild? In England if this happened, all our tabloids and sleazy channels would be all over it, but the serious newscasters would be ignoring it completely. Here it’s all over the tabloids, but the serious media are also treating it like a big story. Why is that?
I don’t know, my wife said.
