DONALD ADAMS: Gaining Entry to
Happiness
In the summer of '92 he was a bouncer, 6 feet 5 inches
tall, at some long-gone beach bar on the Jersey Shore.
She was cute and underage, hoping to sweet-talk her way
through the door. "He was nice and let me in," Heda Adams
said of the day she met her husband, Donald Adams.
Turned out that both were students at Fairleigh
Dickinson University. He was a fraternity boy, No. 77 on
the offensive line. "Yes, I was pinned," Mrs. Adams
said,laughing.
Six months ago they had their first child, Rebecca,
who, it is already clear, shares her father's outgoing,
extroverted personality.
On summer evenings, Mrs. Adams and Rebecca would sit
on the porch of their home in Chatham, N.J., waiting for
Mr. Adams, a 28-year-old vice president at Cantor
Fitzgerald, to walk up the road from the train station.
"There's my girls," he would call out.
After dinner they would sometimes take a stroll
through the neighborhood, sharing their day in the
intimate short-hand of couples who are both lovers and
best friends.
"I was H. He was D. Just the first letters. That's all
we needed."
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