perfect

Today, John is here:

And I am here, in Georgia.

You may wonder why, 

after living in the Hamptons for three years,

I am here.

It's because of this little guy

sitting in the chair.

I took the happiest kid in the world to New York.

However, it was not meant to be for him.

He hated it.

After three years,

he was not happy.

Not at all.

We decided that you either have a happy childhood

or you go to therapy.

We knew we could fix it 

by bringing him back to his old school

and his old neighborhood.

I gave up wine dinners, 

private receptions 

after the Philharmonic 

and the Ballet,

 and snowy winter evenings 

in the cellar.

I left some of the best friends

I have ever had.

However, 

as the school year comes to an end,

I have no regrets.

This year wasn't perfect,

but it was damn close.