" 'Roller skis,' he said. 'They're my friend's. He's out skating in Central Park.' And suddenly this sweaty guy with no shirt comes lurching in. He was wearing speed skates, with white satin shorts, and he was gorgeous. We sat next to each other at dinner.
" 'What else does he do?' I wondered. 'Give lessons?' I figured he was a roller-skating bum. That's all he talked about.
"I said, 'Where do you live?'
"He said, 'Boston.'
" 'Where do you skate in Boston?'
" 'Oh, I skate in New York.'
"I thought, 'My God, he commutes to skate!'
"Finally I said, 'Uh, how do you support your skating?'
" 'Well,' he said, 'I'm a doctor.'
"I figured he was full of it. But he was gorgeous, and I was going to Southampton for the weekend, so I told him, 'If you come out, give me a call' I never thought he would, but he did. He said, 'I'm flying around in my plane.'