In yesterday's blog, I mentioned Tyler, my friend and fellow teacher. When I first met Tyler, I was single. He knew I had been divorced a couple of years, and I guess you could say I'd been spreading my wings, or sewing my wild oats; I had been enjoying the single life, after having been married 12 years to my first real boyfriend. I had also become close to several new friends, one of whom, Carol, had four great kids in their late teens and early 20's.
Tyler and I were co-advisors of a high school club called Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA). One year as part of the group's activities, we took a busload of students to a city about 30 miles away to the state FBLA Convention. It was held at the Holiday Inn. As we entered the lobby of the hotel with our entourage, one of the bellhops came forward exclaiming, "Eva!" I recognized him as the son of my dear friend Carol, whom I had not seen for a while. Delighted to see him, and surprised at the coincidence of his working at this hotel, I grinned and grabbed him in a bear-hug, saying, "David! Good to see you!"
Tyler stood there, eyebrow raised, and with his typical dry wit said, "Come here often, Eva?"