At 78, I Sold Everything and Bought a One-Way Ticket to Reunite with the Love of My Life, but Fate Had Other Plans — Story of the Day
At 78, I sold everything I had. My apartment, my old pickup truck, even my collection of vinyl records—the ones I had spent years collecting. Things no longer mattered. Elizabeth wrote to me first. The letter came unexpectedly, tucked between bills and advertisements, as if it had no idea how much power it…
