The year of 70/71, New Years Eve, I had invited my "friend" to a New Years Eve party at my brother's house. Because my friend had family from out of town, he chose to stay home and celebrate with them. (He still lived with his parents.) I went with friends to our favorite haunt, had a few drinks and decided to call my friend, who I really had a crush on. I called and when I asked for him, his mother said, "My husband, or my son?" They shared the same name. I said, "Oh dear God, I hope it's your son!" Talked to my friend and he took 20 minutes (usually took 35 minutes) to get to where I was. In April we were engaged, in July we were married. His mother said it would never last! It lasted 44 years until he passed from cancer September, 2015.