By Martha Quillen
Ed Quillen was the sort of person who always knew what he wanted to do and proceeded accordingly. When Ed called to ask me out for the first time, he asked me what I’d like to do. I told him there was a movie I’d like to see, but he took me to an author’s lecture. For our second date, I told him that I’d like to go to my favorite eatery, an inexpensive Mexican restaurant; he bought a six-pack of beer and took me to a party. For our third date, I told him I’d like to go to a coffee house where my friends occasionally performed, but there was a band Ed wanted to hear.