The Vows Column at 20
It can’t have been twenty years! I remember when this column started and for awhile it was my favorite – even if the couples in it were almost always too good to be real.
My marriage, which started in Manhattan in 1965, ended tragically in Los Angeles, where Beth got rid of me in 1970 – and three years later killed herself. Probably not that unusual a story – but it was the end of the world for me.