It is kind of funny. When I was a student at the University of Minnesota I spent a lot of time in the library reading The New Yorker, including back issues. I always kind of thought about living in New York. And, for some strange reason, I always thought I would end up married to a Chinese woman. Through a strange set of circumstances, I now live in New York and married to a Chinese woman. Fate? Well, before I ever met my wife to be she spent a couple of weeks in my cubicle at work while I was out on assignment. Then we were assigned to the same project. It was almost like fate had thrust us together. But oh, by what a circuitous route.