She might balk at my posting our unadorned early-morning splendor, but I love the two images at left because they perfectly capture my friendship with dear Rachel. At least once a week, usually at such early hours that most muggles are fast asleep, we coffee-talk on facetime—she in her Greater Boston Corgi Village, me lolling at Gracie Mansion. Say what you will about the hazards of hyperconnectivity, but all this fancy technology permits lovely visits without my braving Boston cold or her suffering New York hustle.