Memoir

Seventeen years ago today, I sat across the table from him at one of D.C.’s historic taverns and fell in love.

We shouldn’t have been in the same place at the same time, but the Universe and its mysterious magic was in play. Our improbable meeting quickly blossomed into love. It was just different this time and we both knew right away.

It’s 2021 and I’m missing the eighties. The music was fun, life was low-tech, and I was free to roam, no mask required. Out on the open road, Van Halen on my car cassette player, a roll of quarters as my safety net.