Forget I mentioned it, okay?" "Actually, I'm thinking about somebody else." He did look at me in the rearview mirror then. "Who?" "Someone very concerned about appearances." "Does she dress like you?" "She was trying, yes." "Why?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out." "Maybe she's just weird. Which way you want to go this morning? Interstate or back roads?" "You decide," I said. It took a mere twenty-five minutes to reach our destination that morning—a brunch at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. My job might look frivolous to many people, but I had come to take my social engagements very seriously. Sure, I made note of what people wore and what food was served, but I felt my real purpose in covering various philanthropic events was to highlight fund-raising for worthy causes like the arts, social services and other good works—like the zoo— that required private funding to survive. With proper publicity, I knew generous donations begot even more donations. I felt the Intelligencer's society column did a public service in the guise of shallow parties and events.
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