The mystery of pregnancy and the heroism of Lindbergh combined to give a distinction bordering on the divine to my very own mother, for whom nothing less than a global annunciation had accompanied the incarnation of her first child.
It was while absorbing Glander's technique for preparing his dry-aged beef (sear it first, then cook it at 212 degrees F or less for maximum moistness) that I heard my only sad story of the weekend, the one about the husband of the woman next to me who'd given this all up to stay home for a Dallas Stars hockey play-off game.