Ian Rudick: I Am My Father’s Son

My dad met my mom through a newspaper, although it’s not like you think. If I understand the story right, my mom-to-be and dad-to-be first met from separate rowboats in a Prospect Park pond. My dad-to-be asked my mom-to-be, across the water, if she was done reading her newspaper. She was, but she charged him five cents to buy it from her. Since they were in the middle of a pond, he paid it. Even if this isn’t exactly right, the story works for me.

I met my wife-to-be through a newspaper, too, but in different circumstances. She replied to an ad I’d placed for a…