My good friend and fairy godchild, Dexter, has moved home to Canada. Before Dexter left he needed to prove that even Canadians can dance. He was a finalist in the tango representing P.S.58. Watch for the swing hair flip.
After cashing in on my house in Red Hook Brooklyn earlier this year, some unidentified force drove me to spend my winnings on the rescue of this old creamery in the far reaches of the Hudson Valley. My job now is to make it feel like home.
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