Over 50-years ago. Late 1970’s. Passionately in love. The one that broke me.
Driving back out to his apartment from work, we stopped at the Cuyahoga Community Airport to have dinner at The Red Baron. Excellent steaks.


Afterwards, taking Richmond Road north— deserted late at night—to his place, an object appeared high over Lake Erie. We pulled over. In a daze, we watched. I swear it’s a flying saucer.
It shifted left and right, slightly. Up and down, slightly. For quite a time. But time stood still.
We sat there for a New York minute, speechless. Eventually it got bored, I guess, and darted away. We drove off.
At the apartment’s entrance gate, we told the guard. He looked at us like we were nuts.
Up the elevator. Down the hallway. Enter the apartment. A beeline to the sliding glass door. There it was, over the lake. It shifted left and right, slightly. Up and down, slightly. For quite a time. But time stood still.
Then we made love.
Then he broke my heart.

