Sometimes, when I interview people as a reporter, I ask them where they got the jewelry they are wearing because it is one of the most direct routes to the heart you can find.
That’s how it is with me and an antique ring I always wear. It’s a platinum ring with a pearl and two tiny diamonds, sort of deco, that my best friend Herb, who never lets me use his real name, gave me 15 years ago. He presented it to me at the end of the great Wadler 50th birthday tour, Paris-Florence-Budapest, a very touching thing to me and proof once more that men are different from women. I couldn’t have kept a secret for three cities.