He replied, “What about my wife?”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed. “Is she here?” I asked.
“No”, he replied, “she’s in Bangladesh.” Then he passed back ...
A Valentine to Bangladesh
On a frigid and windy Friday afternoon after listening to a Philharmonic concert at Lincoln Center, my husband and I snatched a cab on Columbus Avenue to race down to meet our daughter for drinks. As we settled into the cab, the driver asked me, “When is Valentine’s Day?”
I replied, “It’s tomorrow.” Then I suggested that he send either flowers or bring candies to his girlfriend.
He replied, “What about my wife?”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed. “Is she here?” I asked.
“No”, he replied, “she’s in Bangladesh.” Then he passed back ...
He replied, “What about my wife?”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed. “Is she here?” I asked.
“No”, he replied, “she’s in Bangladesh.” Then he passed back ...























