Southampton! Summer watering hole of celebs! Land of the giant hedges! Of weedless lawns and those crushed oyster-shell driveways that crunch so nicely -- scruncha! scruncha! -- when you pull in in
your Beemer, your Hummer, your Range Rover! Or wait a minute, what have we got here? A Saab and -- huh? you've got to be kidding! -- a Caddy DeVille, one of those big, gas-guzzling hulks with the
sofalike upholstery, the Barcalounger suspension. They must still stamp out a few of these boats for the undertakers and the C.P.A.'s . . . all the fogies and the valetudinarians who aren't in the
market for an Escalade.
Read the whole story at The New York Times Magazine, October 31, 2004
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