We Were Spring Chickens
John and I took a mini-holiday last month to check out a new resort upstate called Glenmere Mansion. The owners discovered a rundown Tuscan-style mansion in Chester, NY, about four years ago and have now turned it into a classical-meets-modern resort, complete with a Miami-inspired pool, authentic Italianate cortile, and an enviable display of their own art collections (hello, Rauschenberg lithograph!). Admittedly, we brought the average guest age down by about 20 years. (At one point we felt so out of place that John likened us to Mac and Dee in the country-club-Vicodin-selling episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.)














