I've been reading Ted Morgan's My Battle of Algiers, the French-born journalist's account of his experiences in the Algerian War of Independence.. It's a pretty good read, but I love this snarky comment regarding some of the time he spent living in New York:
"My aunt and uncle, Catherine and Dimitri Negroponte (he was my mother's younger brother), were an attractive couple in their twenties. Dimitri was a Valentino type, dark and brooding, with a mane of oiled hair brushed straight back, while Catherine was a rare blue-eyed blonde Greek from Sparta, a fine-boned and elegant beauty. They lived in a splendid apartment at 130 E. 75th Street, with a fresco by Jean Pagès in the dining room. I was given the tiny maid's room off the kitchen, where I was glad to be, since I could raid the refrigerator. Their four-year-old son John (later to become President George W. Bush's somewhat irrelevant ambassador to Iraq, since there was no government to be accredited to, and then the Director of Intelligence), was in another section of the house with this nanny, seldom seen, but often heard, since he was something of a crybaby." [my emphasis]
That should be a fun family reunion!