The other day, I heard a comedienne tell a story about an experience that she had flying Delta, in coach. She said that the flight attendant walked through the aisle and asked if anyone wanted to read The Wall Street Journal. She remarked: “If I was the kind of person who read that paper, I’d be up front instead of back here!”
We all know what romance is – or do we? It is that mysterious attraction, fascination and enthusiasm for another person. Sometimes we call it love, but romance is more nuanced, more of a foundation on which everything is built.