Cupid awaits. We are now off to our Valentine's night as escorts of Henrietta, Queen of South Beach. The world may be tumbling (and the Rockies crumbling) buy our queen is here to stay.

And, speaking of queens, there was a summoned Court this afternoon of myself, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish, The Baroness Seitzinger, and several other members of the Old Guard to reassure each other that we will go down fighting the Republicans with our last hat pin. Secretly, we all have an escape plan. The White Russians had Finland; we have Cuba, a country ripe with possibility. The thought, alone, of all those old buildings waiting to be renovated is a symphony to the ear.