We went to buy a door, but we came home with a dog. What? Well, you'd have to know Cathy—impetuous, sweet, loving, caring, and a whole bunch of good stuff. I met Cathy soon after arriving in the beautiful town of Belmont. She attended church two blocks from my brother's house. “Yes,” was her response to my fumbling query of, “could we go out sometime?” We did, but it wasn't the romance I was hoping for; it was much better. It became the friendship I desperately needed after my divorce and banishment from New Jersey. Said banishment was, “why don't you go south and live with your brother?” So here I was, and I made a friend.