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

that feels almost too arranged to be pure coincidence, it turned out to sit not far off the bus route at all — close enough that if I got off at the next stop and took a cab, I could be there within the hour. After confirming that with the driver, I called Ellen back. “I’ll be there in an hour,” I said, my voice shaking badly. “I’m one stop away.” continue reading …