I thank Linda for inviting me to Albany for the weekend to get over Larry and for taking me to the political theory study group that Friday evening where I met Michael who years later moved to San Francisco and introduced me to his friend Irene from Oakland who was coming to teach at NYU for a term, and years later, there was myself to thank for having the guts to break up with Richard and fly back to New York from Ithaca a day early, in the days when changing a ticket was free, and having the push and bounce-back to plunge into an NEH application whose deadline was the next day, which got me to California that summer for six weeks when Irene introduced me to Marsh, who changed everything, joining me in New York after the seminar and then at Sandy and Al’s cottage on the lake, and after the donor eggs came in, marrying me at the Holland, Michigan county courthouse with Al and Sandy throwing rice at us, and me wearing Sandy’s antique black shell necklace and her blue handkerchief, holding a bouquet of wildflowers I picked that morning on a walk in the woods, and just about nine months later, we had our twin boys who are now sixteen.