If I could recall and communicate each cinematic and riveting detail of the day my grandparents first met with enough clarity to do this moment the justice it deserves, the film would be brushed, grainy…a windswept memory in slow-motion like a body making its way underwater… 

In my image, Reba’s softly curling teenage hair loses hold on its perfect coif in the drafty Philadelphia street when Samuel descends from the trolley car and notices her there, next to her girlfriend, the young lady Sam was supposed to meet, who may as well have been invisible. There was another boy interested in Reba, someone her mother liked, whom Reba at first preferred.  But not for long…