There was a wonderful love story in the Boston Globe this weekend. No need for me to go into deep detail, just read it. I will say this, I know the woman in the story, Capt. Cynthia Riggs of Martha's Vineyard, because for a little while in the 1980s she dated my late father, Richard H. Ross. We all met when Charlie Rose hired Cynthia to captain his boat, the Curiosity, for a trip up the Potomac River. Cynthia lived on her own boat at the Gangplank marina, where Charlie kept his boat. One thing lead to another and she met my father. Howard and I would double date with them and we even visited her at her family home on the Vineyard.
We lost touch over the years, but reading this story made me beam. It also made me hum that wonderful and encouraing Moody Blues classic, "I Know You're Out There Somewhere." It's one of my hymns, especially when I lose faith in finding him again. That song, and Chris Botti's haunting "How Love Should be," chance encounters, and this story help bolster optimism.