I have been in love with my wife Karen since I was nine years old, which is to say for most of my life. We were married in 1977. Today is our 35th anniversary.
I’m republishing the first and final chapter of my series How I Married Karen as a tribute to my wife without whom I am nothing.
The Rabbi’s Beautiful Daughter
She crosses my vision like a moon, nothing seems to touch her.
The new girl has thick black hair; dark, penetrating eyes that seem to look right through you. She has just transferred from Yeshiva Ohel Moshe to Yeshiva Flatbush. Her father is a rabbi in Bensonhurst.
Her name is Karen.