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

days grew orderly in that durable way old age can take on once nothing exciting happens for years at a stretch. Coffee at six. The news at seven. A walk, if my knees allowed for it that day. Evenings spent in my chair, reading or listening to the radio until I drifted off. My whole life had shrunk down small enough to be carried in two hands.

Then, continue reading …