One winter’s day, when pushcarts crowding the sidewalk in front of BU tempted students with stale pretzels and bloated hot dogs, I turned from my pretzel cart to watch the bearded hot dog seller who was tempting me. We stared at each other while he played his concertina with frozen fingers, and I warmed my hands over the sterno can in my cart. I gave him a mustard slathered pretzel; he gave me a hot dog with onions. That spring we were married in his parents living room. Fifty-one winters now gone by, and I am still tempted.
Jude Goldman, 72 Years old,