I have always been a nervous nelly. That is why I live in an apartment building. I like the idea of a doorman between me and the person coming to see me. I remember one time when we had a weekend house in Quogue, Long Island, my daughter Whitney answered the front door for a Jehovah’s Witness. She was around 10 years old at the time. I was a few feet away, but she ran to the door first. In my mind, someone could have snatched her in the doorway. I flipped out and begged her never to open the front door again unless she knew exactly who was on the other side.