Ben Stein mentions his sister, who lives in Brooklyn Heights, in his latest essay for The American Spectator:
American Spectator: It was a short, pleasant day of work. On the way home to my hotel, the Essex House, I stopped to visit my sister in Brooklyn Heights. She had just gotten in late the night before from a long trip to California and looked tired at first but soon warmed up and looked like her usual lively self. I don’t spend enough time with my sister. She is almost the only woman on the planet whom I do not support and who loves me anyway. It might be that she is the only woman on the planet who loves me without being paid by me.