It all Began at . . .
Chuck E. Cheese’s was the site of the blind date.
I had no idea, as I walked down the steps of City Hall back to my car on my first full day living back in Lodi after having been gone for several years, that a woman I shall call “D1,” a high school classmate, happened to drive down the street and see me. She went home, called my mother, and inquired if indeed that was me. My mother gave her my new phone number, she called, and we decided to have drinks one night after work. We were not particularly close, but we would go out for a drink three or four times per year.
A couple of years went by . . .