Doug was working at Bloomingdale’s in Manhattan, so we lived one hour outside of the city by train.
It is such a quaint, lovely place.
New Canaan is town of incredible wealth. Many celebrities own homes there. If you call for a taxi, a Mercedes pulls up at your door. The student parking lot at the high school is filled with BMWs, Porsches, and Jaguars.
We did not want to flaunt our wealth, so we decided to live modestly:
The above photo is actually of the Waveny House, which used to be a private home and was bought by the town in 1967.
In reality, we were actually poor as church mice according to New Canaan standards. We lived in a two bedroom apartment within a mile of the train station and Main Street, but we loved it.
Each Saturday morning while I slept in, Doug walked into town to get me a fat-free raspberry muffin at our favorite bakery.
One morning, he was just approaching the bakery when a Jaguar pulled into a parking space next to the sidewalk. A woman immediately jumped out of the car and literally ran up to him.
The first words out of her mouth were, “I LOVE your work!”
Doug was understandably confused that she was familiar with his work as a marketing manager at Bloomingdale’s By Mail.
Undaunted by his silence and the quizzical look on his face, she continued gushing.
“I have ALL your records! I just love your music!”
As the other passengers alighted from the car, she gestured excitedly toward Doug, saying, “It’s ELTON JOHN!”
As I said, New Canaan is home to wealthy celebrities, so it is plausible that one could see someone of Elton John’s stature strolling down Main Street…but not that day, much to the woman’s disappointment.
Frankly, I do not see the resemblance:
You be the judge.