Forty years ago, a very young man I barely knew got into his 1973 white and orange Ford Comet and said he was going to the store to buy film for his camera.
I said to this very young man I barely knew, “You’re coming back, aren’t you?”
Later that morning, this very young man I barely knew and I, also very young, had plans to get married.
We were both stationed at Loring Air Force Base in Limestone, Maine, two miles from the Canadian border, and there were patches of snow on the ground.
It was May 3, 1975.