When confronted with paying the admission fee during my recent visit to Washington Irving’s Sunnyside, I was presented with the option of joining Historic Hudson Valley as a member. This kind of thing appeals to me. I picture myself in a series of decadent ball gowns, flitting from one red carpet gala to the next. By happenstance, I wound up in Washington D.C. at the Kennedy Center Honors in 2009 with the President and First Lady, Springsteen, Mel Brooks – not my usual social circle. I threw myself at Alan Alda on the coat check line, gushing hysterically about the brilliance of M*A*S*H. It was humiliating, yet strangely exhilarating.