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Breakfast in Bed

I, of course, had to throw on clothes and run down to the Starbucks just inside the Park Avenue entrance of the Waldorf to get her venti, three-pump Mocha before breakfast arrived to accompany her poached eggs, potatoes, and five-grain toast (with strawberry preserves).

The Pope politely declined an invitation to dine with us -- something about a previous engagement at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Another time, his aide told me.