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Before the Boathouse closed its door due to financial difficulty—rumor has that it will reopen next year with fresh funding—I used to go there with some frequency, typically with a girlfriend to chat over glass of wine with a view of the pond. Often I saw this lady, I’d say in her early seventies, alone with a glass of wine. Her sitting alone did not evoke the sense of loneliness. She had this interesting mix of being elegant and ordinary at the same time. /1