Years ago when our son was a toddler many of our friends began fleeing to the suburbs. They couldn’t imagine raising a child in Manhattan with all the dirt and crime. “But think of the culture!”, I would say. At the Met Museum five year-old Noah, wide-eyed at Arms & Armor, or perched spellbound on the grand staircase watching a stonecutter etch a donor’s name on the marble wall. And making Purim masks at the Jewish Museum, and model dinosaurs at the Natural...