Sometimes I have trouble committing a person’s name to memory, but in this case I am helped by a rhyme. My date is named Martina, and she is from Argentina.

My mother once foretold that I would find happiness with a foreign woman. When I asked why, she replied that a foreign woman was more likely to appreciate my traits.

One New Yorker after another walks past the window. I’ve lived in this city for a quarter century, and I fear that I am falling out of love with it. But this is a nice moment.

What is a fine soul? That is a nice question. It certainly doesn’t mean someone who has never entertained a black thought or someone who has never erred as P. is rumored to have erred.

have lunch at a restaurant equidistant from our respective homes. A nasty rumor about P. has reached my ears. I’m not going to mention it to P., of course. That would be hurtful.