1985 I was 17,Brian was 19,both heading to the same party. Wendy and I struggling with our case of beer gladly take a ride in Brian's pick up to George's party. (Different world we lived in) we remained friends, just friends. 16 years later after losing track of each other, after both of marring and divorcing the wrong people Brian calls my mum up out of the blue to see what I am doing. I happened to be coming back home from my previous life in NS. We go out for a beer and the rest is history!