I love reading the Sunday New York Times. I look forward to it all week. Sometimes it takes me the better part of the week to get through it all, but I read it from cover to cover. Every section. Well that’s not entirely true. I don’t read the sports section. Occasionally I skim it, but I don’t even do that all the time.
What I never miss, though, are the wedding announcements. Why, God only knows. I don’t know any of the brides and grooms. So why should I give a toss that they’re getting married, where they’re getting married, who their parents are or what any of
them do for a living.
But I do, it seems.
Does this mean I’m a real nosy parker? A hopeless romantic? Someone who needs a