Rational Action

For various reasons it feels like summer again. I’m a kid again. No I’m not.

I worked for Merritt today. My first client was at Conyers Farm. For those who don’t know, Conyers Farm is a rather large territory which straddles Armonk and Greenwich, while managing to be richer per square foot than both of those towns (maybe not Greenwich).

I recall with much nostalgia my first experience with Conyers Farm. It was the summer going into my senior year, and I answered the phone at Merritt. I noticed it was a (914) - 273 number.

Me: Do you live in Armonk?
Caller: No, I live in Conyers Farm
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Me: How do I get to the house?
Caller: Well, make a right, then another right, you’ll pass the polo fields–
Me: I’m sorry, what do polo fields look like?

I guess I passed polo fields today. It was the same client as 1.5 years ago. They have… uh… horse fields. And a uh… horse track. And a barn. Yeah, I know the right word for the last thing.

I visited another client. While I was waiting for a service pack to install, I signed on to AIM and remarked that 15 Adams could live comfortably within the client’s house. Then again, 15 Adams could probably live comfortably within this house right here. That’s food for thought, and I’m signing out.

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