Chance meeting

After a couple years away from my hometown, spent in the armpit of the state (Gardner) getting an Associates Degree in Studio Arts I returned to the Pioneer Valley.
I didn't return to Chesterfield but settled instead in Noho where I've lived off and on ever since.

Small town girl lives a strange and unusual life in front of almost everyone that's known her all her life.
Part of the reason why I don't go completely anonymous on the Web. My life has nearly been lived under a microscope.

Somehow it came to be that Euro man and I crossed paths again.It was about thirty years ago.
Though now, he was separated from his wife. A request for a date ensued and I hesitantly agreed.
Intrigued but fearful I went.
It was a dinner date. I was probably about 18 at the time. I figured him for about 40. Just being in the company of this worldly, older man made me nervous. All through dinner I worried about what would commence after. I was experienced but not worldly. I don't remember the food or where we went. All I remember is worrying how this date would end.

To this day all I can recall is my fear. Then, relief, scurrying up my driveway on South St in the early evening dappled light. It was a nice time of year.
Tiny recollections.

Funnily enough, he didn't recall our date when I approached him about this time last year in our local supermarket.

He was awed that I recognized him.

I just wanted to know what had occured in his life all these years.

Neither of us expected what has come to pass in the last twelve months.