(It was a Sunday if that jogs your memory.)
I was helping a friend move from Berkeley to Oakland. I actually have a much more satisfying answer to the deeper question involved there, but it would be about a 1,500-word essay whose best medium might not be this weblog.
Even though a minor element of the story is a bit bittersweet, on balance I am significantly better off now than I was four years ago.
As I drove from Berkeley to Oakland I made (took?) at least two phone calls. On one, a friend sought romantic advice; that friend is now happily married (wedding was a few months ago) to just the right spouse.
On the other call I arranged for a ride to the airport, to avail myself of what seemed like an incredible opportunity. For convoluted reasons, that "opportunity" became the most frustrating situation I've ever been in, and yet if I'd never had that initial opportunity then I have no idea what other circumstance would have led me to reach out to the most important person in my life.
And hey, the friend I helped move is now happily married also (got married this past July)! -- that couple were still a long ways away from even meeting as of February 29, 2004.
Posted by Matt Bruce at February 25, 2008 01:32 PMI was in St. Louis to visit my then girlfriend now wife. Her uncle died and we went to the wake. The only decent shirt I had with me was one with a Roman collar, so I wore it to the very Catholic wake. Then, we went to evening mass. We strolled in holding hands and shared a kiss at the sign of the peace. The archbishop was there. I was still wearing my collar. I think more people paid attention to me than to the archbishop.
Posted by: Godboy at February 25, 2008 04:25 PM