"Zvi and I" doesn't rhyme, "Me and Zvi" does. I mention this because before I met him, that's not the way I thought it was. We met at Tuscannini's -- I had ice cream and he coffee -- and we chated very amiably from twelve o'clock noon to three. He had called me the night before to confirm our date and say hi (he did this because as he said, he's "a confirming kind of guy"). The subject of our chatter? Linguistics, math, and the net. I do not think I have ever met a man so articulate. In appearance I must say he is not as beautiful as his prose; kind of short and pudgy with grad student-ish clothes. I myself was wearing shorts and a briefcase, making me easy to spot though he had never seen my face.
After coffee we got in his car and drove to Harvard Square; a foreign language bookstore he wanted to visit was located there. [The French sure like that Snoopy; Peanuts translations I counted twenty-two. Perhaps it's because he fought as much as they did in World War II.] Zvi left the bookstore and entered a comic shop; I followed him. He suggested I look at Sandman, but I bought the Journal of Jim. Only one more shop before it was time for Zvi to go! We rushed into Harvard Bookstore and the discount tables down below. Many books did Zvi suggest and I bought all of them; plus Constancia and Other Stories which I bought because of kaitem.
This has been the story of my meeting with Zvi. I hope you have enjoyed as much as did we.