Five years a widower, walking out of the Cary Arts Center yesterday night, a tall woman with family on each side looked at me and I looked back. She was age appropriate and elegant and lovely. And I walked to my truck – a little shaken.
17 January 1992, Friday, about 6 PM, I parked in the lot of a neighborhood saloon to avoid going home to a failed and contentious marriage. Separate bedrooms for 4 or 5 months. Two very young sons kept me captive.
And I saw a woman with a car stuck in snow (Northern Ohio). Helped push it out. We spent the next 30 years together. Till death we did part.
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