AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

walks whenever my knees allowed it.

My evenings disappeared in an armchair with a book or beside the radio. My world had become small enough to fit between my two hands. Six months earlier, I had discovered Margaret’s name online.

I had been looking for an old high-school classmate, which is the sort of thing a person does when there is too much time continue reading …