I always felt I should actually know Nora Ephron. I liked the thought we could get together for coffee and talk. I'm not sure what put this thought in my head. She was a wildly successful writer -- journalist, essays and movies -- and for the most part I was a middle-aged civil servant, whose greatest literary output was memos and letters. Through a true fluke of fate my previous job brought me in contact with her second husband, so we had something marginally in common. But more likely it was because she wrote the things I was thinking.
I started to read Nora Ephron's writing in the mid-1970's when she was writing for "Esquire" and followed her through books and movies for almost forty years. I laughed and smiled and shook my head in agreement many, many times. I loved this essay in "The New York Times" and wanted to share it.
Nora, I will miss you. The words were all yours, but the thanks is completely mine.