After 50 Years, I Finally Went to See My First Love at 76—Then Fate Intervened in a Way I Never Expected

the driver slowed the bus and pulled into a roadside station. “We’ll be here for about fifteen minutes,” he announced. Most passengers filed off for coffee or a restroom break. I stayed in my seat, holding the envelope with Margaret’s address, already having taken it out three separate times that morning, as if the ink itself might vanish the second continue reading …