You barged into my life like a light bulb. Bright. From the start.
I saw you sitting there on the bench at the small Italian restaurant you had chosen for us on our first date. Our back-up plan was to go across the street to Westside and drink beer and smoke cigarettes (my idea), if the Italian joint was too full. You loved this idea. You told me later you had told your brother about it. He laughed and said, “A doctor who smokes cigarettes? She’s a…
