Part two of me reading Erich Segal’s Love Story to you on the phone. Nate calls halfway through, but I let it go to voice mail, because Nate is the only person in the world who still leaves voice mails. Also, please pardon that gratuitous editorializing at the end. I was overcome with emotion.
Also, to my readers in Boston: please take photos of the piles of flowers that are bound to start showing up all over Harvard’s campus and submit them here.
Deborah passed along the awful news that Erich Segal, author of Love Story, died today. I am, as you know, an extremely sentimental person, so I will read you, over the phone, excerpts from the first chapter of this important classic.