I don’t know much about the political climate of The United States at the height of the cold war, but I do know this:  Sam and Wendi are nearly analogous to Russia and the U.S. during that time.  Sam has always been Russian, not in his mannerisms necessarily, but in the way he acts.  And Wendi.  Oh Wendi.  Remember when you were little?  I don’t.  I met you in college.  Now, Richard Nixon wasn’t a funny man.  But he had ideals, and he occasionally followed them.  And anachronistic as it is, Richard Nixon is to Wendi and Sam what the Cuban Missile Crisis was to Truman.  Nearly nothing.  You all wish them a happy, prosperous marriage.  Everybody knows they’ll have that.  That’s a pretty hack and totally lame wish.  I wish them something that they don’t yet have, but will:  I wish that they will wake up every morning to the sound of construction.  They deserve to be surrounded by progress and industry.  Sam, industrious, progressive.  Wendi, beautiful—a sharper wit can’t be found within a 3 foot radius of her.  I think many of us have drinking problems here.  But that doesn’t mean that we can’t see past those difficulties and see that Sam was made for Wendi, and Wendi is fine with Sam.  She doesn’t love him. . .but she doesn’t hate him.   And I think in this increasingly bleak world, one can only wish that everyone finds someone like Wendi.  Which is impossible, because Sam already found her.  And it’s not as if she was hiding.  I mean, we really dropped the ball on that one.  So let’s raise our glasses.  Our eyeglasses.  And take a good look at a couple that will be happy.  Not because they have to be, but because in the midst of political tension between two global superpowers, they have set aside their differences and agreed not to fire nuclear missiles at one another.  And for that, I think we are all better people (or at least they are, or at the very least one of them is doing okay).

Love,

TJ Miller, Friend of Sam’s, Strong acquaintance of Wendi’s.

30/10/2006
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