A quick survey of the dwindling number of Xmas cards we received this year comes out significantly in my husband's favor. When you consider that, with the single exception of the four years we lived in Cincinnati, he has lived his entire life in disproportionately Jewish communities (Brooklyn, Long Island, New York City, Cherry Hill NJ) and that the college we both attended is also rich in Jews, whereas I, at least grew up, the 'exotic' Semitic girl among the old money WASPS of the North Shore of Chicago, this would seem at a minimum unfair.
But then again, he is my extrovert, body blocking for me at cocktail parties and school events and everything in between. In the end, this is not so much a referendum of who we know, but rather, how easily each of us is known. I will not go gently into that good night, but I will go quietly, and would venture to say that when that times comes I will be missed a lot by a few, by very little by a lot.