In Which the Elite Network Comes Through for Me At Last

A confession of sorts

Photo by Kelsey Chance on Unsplash

My mother’s father was a wealthy lawyer in Manhattan, and he lived in a penthouse on the 20th floor of an Upper East Side apartment building.

According to a story I was told several times as a child, it was during a family visit to the Statue of Liberty, in the shadow of our greatest symbol of American opportunity, that…