NEW YORK — Modern marriage, Scene I: a drizzly Friday on Sixth Avenue, Smith Barney brokerage house, almost 6 p.m.
Vice president Stacy Ellen Anderson's last glance around her office lands on the picture of her husband, Mike Gminski, which she uses as a bookmark for her executive planner. (Stacy, 5 feet, 8 inches, and Mike, 7 feet tall, 275 pounds, according to his wife - a mere 6-11, 260, according to his employer, the Philadelphia 76ers - are photographed lying down in pastels and tans and smiles, elbow-to-elbow, cheek-to-cheek.) The 28-year-old marketing executive sweeps out of her office - past the U.S. map dotted with green pins, past the stack of Wall Street Journals, past the "Women have to work twice as hard as men" coffee cup - and joins the rumbling sidewalk whoosh of gray-coated figures leaving Manhattan. Crossing to Seventh Avenue, Stacy, once an all- America swimmer, lifts one leather glove into the air to hail a taxi and gracefully rises up on one black-pump-clad toe. "The jump hook," she says, smiling. The move, on a different court, that earns her husband $700,000 a year.