I cry at most everything these days. I'm getting soft in my old age.
This morning, cried over a story on the NY Times about the notes children write to Eloise at The Plaza Hotel.
I didn't read those books [past my age when they came out] but I can get behind a little girl that lives at The Plaza can't you?
Apparently, they have staff on hand to answer each and every note left. Santa Style. Come to think of it, I think I'd like a note myself, from The Plaza. Dear Eloise...
>photos via Evan Sung for The NY Times