They met through the Appalachian Mountain Club.
By some beautiful irony, I wouldn’t know some of the details as to how they met until the day of his memorial. That he had offered to drive some of the Boston members up to that day’s hike. That she would be one of his passengers. I never knew that part. I knew they were fellow members, but that other detail was brand new, given out like a souvenir to all the current pain and suffering.
But I knew the part about hiking. Like how I knew the detail about how they both went to the exact same university — and both part-time, at night, but 11 years apart. Her degree was in English. His was business. Little, precious, synchronicitous details. Continue reading “All in the Details”
For a New York minute, there was talk of moving Nevada.
It was a long shot, but also a once in a lifetime opportunity. One of those offers that you just don’t turn down, that you see where it goes — no matter how unlikely, no matter how thrilling or frightening.
From a little before Christmas until a little while after New Year’s, there was talk about moving out west. Casual talk. Hypothetical talk. “It’s too early to tell,” talk. Keeping it casual. Long shot casual. Google searches of Lake Tahoe and the local realty, but, still, casual.
Nervous jokes about what it would mean — but, still, casual.
Analyzing and over-analyzing, obsessively riding hypothetical waves of what the future might bring — but, still. Casual. Too early to tell. Really, it’s such a long shot. Not worth getting too amped up about.
But…still. Continue reading “Nevada and Home”