“They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate . . . “
I first visited the college I attended during full-on, glorious cherry blossom season. When I visited other prospects, it had been deep, gray winter, a season that boasted one of the century’s great blizzards.
When my husband-to-be Jim visited the college he planned to attend, he was assigned for the weekend to a group of hard-drinking fraternity boys. He decided the place wasn’t for him after all, and chose another institution.
(Right now, coincidentally, we have a child attending both the college he bypassed and the university he chose instead.)
And so Jim and I ended up as undergraduates in the same plant biology lab class.
A simple twist of fate.