I hate Valentine’s Day.
Along with Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, I consider Valentine’s Day a conspiracy by jewelers, candymakers, florists and card companies to force the guilt-ridden into mistaking consumerism for emotional depth. I also understand that I am in the minority on this.
At the same time, I love sappy songs, romantic movies, love poems, my children and my wife of 39 years. I was thrilled when Jim and Pam finally got together in “The Office.” I was hoping Sandra Bullock would choose the right brother in “While You Were Sleeping.” I want Mimi to survive in “La Bohème” and for Othello to spare Desdemona.
I love to hear Alison Krauss sing “When You Say Nothing at All” and Sinatra’s “One for My Baby and One More for the Road.” Johnny Cash sings a version of “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” that captures exactly what it’s like to be more in love than ever as you near the end of the line.