I met my husband Milt in the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York. His family always went there in the summers, and my family always went in the winters. But one fall we were both there at the same time. I was upstairs in our house, reading and blowing my nose from a heavy cold, and my little sister came up to me and said,
"I met the man you're going to marry." I said, as you say to little sisters, "Buzz off, kid." "No," she said. "You've got to believe me." So I put on a kerchief, blew my nose,...
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