You are my twin, so says he
Went to an advertising council meeting here at Galatoire’s last night – and the topic of conversation was how I got to here from there – it was interesting and encouraging. But what was a tad more interesting was meeting the father of a boy, E, I went to Israel with when I was 16 years old as part of a Jewish youth organization. His brother, J, happens to live down the street from me as well and is part of the agency now that his father started. I met him for the first time when his son, M, turned out to be friends with W. Anyway, J and I sat at the same table and he said to the other men that I was his female twin. I am, you say? His father describes his boys as the quiet one, the rich one (the one I went to Israel with and so I told his father maybe I should have been nicer to him) and the maverick.
It is always the maverick that is the magnet.