Checking on their website, we figured out what had happened and hopped in my car to zoom over to the new pickup location. There was one more departure tonight, so we anxiously waited for the bus to arrive, hoping that there would be a seat available for him, and that the driver would take my word for it that we had a reservation on the previous bus.
While we were waiting, a familiar face walked past us in the crowd.
"Doctor Savage?" I called out.
He stopped and looked at me, obviously trying to figure out who I was.
"I don't know if you'll remember me…"
"Of course I do, Mr. Gagne. Are you still playing the harp?"
Dr. Savage and I had a sometimes tense relationship when I was studying with him at Cornish College of the Arts back in the 1980s, but there was an underlying respect that grew into a warm teacher / student friendship by the time I graduated. He was my professor in several subjects including opera chorus, cultural history, music history, and more. The things I learned from him changed the course of my musical life in many positive ways.
|Dr. James Savage|
"Since Fate has given me this opportunity…" I began.
He got a funny, apprehensive look on his face. Had other previous students found him years later and been negative?
"I want to say thanks. Thanks for everything you taught me. Thanks for the foundation you gave me. It has served me well."
He beamed. We hugged. He said it was the best feeling in the world to hear that from a former student. Then he looked past me to Doug.
"I'm allowed to do this because I couldn't when he was a student."
He kissed my cheek. Tenderly, sweetly, and we parted ways.
Doug's bus arrived, and the driver believed our story, and there was a seat for him on the bus.
"I think that was why this happened." I said as I kissed him goodbye.