Love means routinely saying you're sorry. I'm sorry I was late. I'm sorry she was late. I'm real sorry about the love child. The only reason Segal's sweethearts never apologized was that Jenny died at 25, long before Oliver stopped picking up his socks.
Life is loaded with surprises, few pleasant.
One is love. Only a few blinks ago in history, surprise was not a variable. I have a photograph of my grandparents at a birthday party, sitting side by side in a tearoom. He is 6 and she 5, with a satin bow and a coy smile that says I know . Today love is often a mystery, a stroke of luck, a happy accident.