I love that my wife loves theater, even filmed theater. Tomorrow, Arthur Miller's "All My Sons..."

All My Sons, at the Princeton Garden Theater.

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It seems like a play for our times. As a child, I was taught to believe that war was good for the economy, since all the "grown ups" around me were veterans of the Second World War for whom the depression ended when the war started.

My twelfth grade English teacher - the greatest teacher I ever had, a polymath and a deep thinker, and lover of theater, particularly Shakespeare - disabused me of that idea, in a rather angry fashion, not characteristic for his overall demeanor, during a class discussion. He too, I think was a veteran, with a scar across his face and a pronounced limp. He really understood war for what it is.

My last "Date that wasn't a date" with my wife - when we were still "just friends" - was when she bought me tickets for my birthday to see Dustin Hoffman as Willie Loman, and John Malkovich as Bif in Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman on Broadway.

Yesterday she called me up to suggest we sign up to subscriptions to Princeton Summer Theater. Of course, I agreed.

I love that she loves theater, much less though than I love that she loves me and I love her.