The story I am going to tell you today is one that I have lived and remembered on a daily basis for the past 40 years.

It is the story of two people falling in love at a time, middle age, when both thought they were long past it.

It is also the story of how a simple word, maybe, made it all happen.

Some may want to tune out here but for those who are still with me, I will relate the story in chronological order.

As Christmas approached in 1984 I heard Barbara Wysynski, then supervisor of the phone clerks in the classified ad department of The Sault where I was then editor, discussing the paper’s annual party. A widow of five years, it appeared she didn’t plan to go.

Now single and not planning to attend myself, I had the thought that maybe we, having been colleagues for nine years, co

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