I think it would be nice to start the day with a story. A love story. It begins once upon a time in the West Village at a restaurant called Portofino. Edith Windsor was in her early 30s, working at NYU in the ground-breaking computer programming industry. The year was 1963. Edith was about to embark on a promising career with IBM, but she knew something was missing in her life. So she asked her friend to take her "where the lesbians go." She ended up at Portofino and was introduced to a young psychologist named Thea Spyer.