Just finished book to the left on the plane home for Christmas yesterday (a little bit of a change from Steinbook, to be sure). Then continued reading My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead, a collection of short stories edited by Jeffrey Eugenides. It's a book of slightly off-the-beaten-path love stories from some of the world's most beloved authors (Joyce, DeMaupassant, etc.) and so far they've been really good (granted I have read about 1.5).On the second flight, I sat next to a girl from Ohio/Indiana who had lived in NY for about three years working for a high-end fashion designer (wedding gowns) and is now opening her own line in Baltimore (just veils, at the moment). Everything seemed normal until she started talking about how she met her husband through parents' friends in NY, and they would go to Bible Fellowship sometimes... She then told me that it was funny; it's nice to marry your high school sweetheart, but sometimes things don't work out that way. Made me wonder whether she had a heartbreaking story about a high school sweetheart... I laughed wryly and told her how my own high school sweetheart went on to marry another girl from our high school, in fact, the next girl that he dated. And that my college sweetheart seemed about to do the same thing with the girl he left me for just after we moved to Cambridge together to go to grad school (me at MIT) and med school (him at Harvard). Guess I just can't compete with those Harvard med school girls. "Looks like I'm cursed to prepare men for their great love," I laughed sardonically to her. She looked at me with something in between pity and understanding and said, "I don't think you're cursed at all!" Oh bother. How many chances do you get in this area? More about going home soon -- Dad just came to the door. I know this because our dog, Lily, a Pekanese-Shih Tsu, just decided to bark like crazy.



