In June 1962 we graduated from Central and began our divergent paths through life. A few weeks later, I met my wife.
My parents had arranged a summer tour of Europe [2 weeks] and Israel [5 weeks] for me, through Yeshivah University. On the plane out of JFK to London, I was seated between 2 cute blond girls in our group who had just graduated from the Yeshivah of Flatbush High School. They were classmates. Being gentlemanly, I offered to change seats with either one. They declined. Soon dinner was being served. I continued my gentlemanliness, and forwarded a bowl of tomato soup to the girl sitting by the window. Continue Reading →