Dear Molly, You would visit Grammy in Middletown, RI and mom would drive everyone into Newport one night to drive past the Breakers, the Elms, Marble House, Rosecliff, Chapstow. It would be cool in the evening and smell like salt, sea, roses, and cut grass. The route would hug the coast and the setting sun would reflect off the high windows of the newer mansions tucked among the older ones. Grammy would tell you, this one used to be a brothel, the Kennedys vacationed here, we used to visit this beach when we first moved here, there was a carousel, we had to know people – it was exclusive. You would finish the drive at dusk, get ice cream with jimmies, and spend the night dreaming about love.