How I met my Linda: Being too old to cruise Main Street in my hotrod, I joined a dating website. I paid the fee, loaded a few photos that made me look handsome, and filled in the bio. Then I perused the online photos of refined ladies but only one took my breath away. I wrote Linda the best letter I could. I received no reply. Despairing, I went about my lonely routine. One evening, returning home from the art museum, there came an email from Linda: “I saw you at the museum!” Linda and I married two years later.