“We met in our early twenties on a boat called the SS United...

“We met in our early twenties on a boat called the SS United States. We were sailing to France for study abroad programs. We met in the third class bar. I kept getting seasick and hadn’t slept. He had hair like Che Guevara. Curly lumps of it. I wish I had a picture. And he was wearing one of those little scarfs. He had to look more French than the French.”