Wednesday, January 9, 2013  Dear Google: Please Tell Me How to
Be Romantic  "Your eyes are more beautiful than all the stars in
the Milky Way."  He said it; I didn't. I had to look around to
make sure there wasn't anyone else in our immediate vicinity. He
couldn't possibly have been talking to me. I think I even may
have been wearing sunglasses at night that night (Yes, in the
'90s, 10 years after Corey Hart, I could still pose with the
best of them), so it's not like he was gazing into my eyes while
offering commentary on them. Did he even know what color they
were?  But I'd seen my eyes, and frankly, then as now, they were
no big deal. They certainly couldn't hold a candle -- or a
starlight -- to the constellation Orion and its brilliant
neighbors, much less all the glowing contents of the Milky Way.
And furthermore, what Milky Way? We were indoors in a restaurant
in New York City, a metropolis so brightly lit, no stars had
been seen in the evening sky for more than a century. (At the
time, most of them se