Metropolitan Diary: The Ultimate Threat In early November my granddaughter, Louisa, and I were at the Ancient Playground at 85th Street, by the Met. The northeaster that followed Hurricane Sandy had just passed through. The playground had reopened only the afternoon before; small piles of snow were everywhere. Children were running around; grateful parents and nannies were engaged with their cellphones. As I watched Louisa running from pillar to post, I overheard the following: Father: "Lucy, put your coat back on!" Lucy: "No, I'm hot!" Father: "Lucy, look at the other children. They ALL have their coats on! Lucy: "I don't want to. I'm hot! Father: "Lucy, if you don't put your coat on, all the parents at this playground will lose respect for you."