It’s hard to plan meeting someone for lunch on a Saturday.
Especially when it’s a warmish spring day and you work in a bicycle shop and you want to meet at 1 p.m.—even though you don’t know how busy you’ll be at noon.
But finally you pedal over the Greenway bridge at 1:30.
And the person who’s been waiting for you seems happy enough to see you.
She’s been seeing you for 32 years, after all.
At least, officially.
April 3. 1 mile.