NOTIONS: Of saints, poets and the randomness of life
Last weekend, my wife Cherà and I visited my son, Austin, and his girlfriend, Karolina, in New York City, where they’re first-year students at New York University. Whenever I land at LaGuardia, catch a cab into the city, ride the subway, shop on Fifth Avenue, or meld with the masses at Times Square, the iPod in my brain advances through Stephen Sondheim’s “Company” to a song called “Another Hundred People.” Amid the horns, sirens and white noise, I hear: Another…