Your Evening Cry: One of the Best Love Stories We&#39;ve Ever
ReadS  The New York Times Modern Love column can be tedious,
pretentious, and downright ridiculous. But sometimes it's
compelling, heartbreaking, and beautiful. Today's piece just set
my tear ducts into overdrive, and although I'm incredibly
exhausted today (STFU, hormones!), I'm positive I'd still
sniffle if I wasn't.  Eve Pell, a freelance writer, tells her
tale of romance with a man named Sam. They met when she was 68
and he was 78, and had a joint 150th birthday two years later.
How fucking rad is that? I love them already. At the party, they
announced their engagement, and married the next year.  Eve
writes:  We came from very different backgrounds. Sam, a
Japanese-American who had been interned in the camps during
World War II, worked his way through college and was happily
married to his Japanese-American wife for more than 40 years
until her death. I grew up as a fox-hunting debutante whose
colonial New York ancestors were lords of the mano