Two men, one new life.

We met in a record store in Portland in 1994. We bought the same Nina Simone album, argued about it on the sidewalk for an hour, and have been arguing pleasantly ever since.

Bill spent thirty years as an architect; Rick taught literature at a small college you have probably not heard of. We raised a child, lost both fathers, planted too many rhododendrons, and one rainy Tuesday in February we looked at each other and said the same word at the same time: enough.

We sold the house. We kept the books and the cast-iron pans. We bought two one-way tickets to Nice. This is what happened next.