I met Henry in a loud, crowded bar in Sherman Oaks, close to our respective workplaces, in early March. I loved hearing about his boyhood as an only child and how that translated to an obsession with and career in TV. But I had to tell him about my grandmother, a woman he’d never met but who made up my whole world. My grandmother would have gotten a kick out of Henry’s use of Yiddish and his quick wit. AdvertisementL.A. Affairs chronicles the search for romantic love in all its glorious expressions in the L.A. area, and we want to hear your true story.

Source: Los Angeles Times December 19, 2020 15:00 UTC