The house is an easy hour by car from the wall-to-wall insanity of midtown Manhattan, situated in one of the bedroom communities just over the Connecticut line. It’s not an especially palatial house — the wing which houses the indoor swimming pool cost as much to build as the main structure — but it’s certainly comfortable enough, and serves its function well. Its function these days is to accomodate a man who SB not so very long ago was at the center of the game of madness that lives across the bridge in New York,