We both moved to Baltimore for work. Erin's office was on the second story of a renovated townhouse adjacent to Patterson Park ... Tyler's firm was on the third. Those first few months consisted of each of us racing to answer the door each time the buzzer rang, in the hopes of running into the other. It wasn't until after Tyler's niece, Carly, insisted he capture and safely release a spider because, "My Audubon teacher, Miss Erin says they're our friends," that he was inspired to strike up a conversation. We had Palm beers and played shuffle board at the Laughing Pint.

It was 8:00 AM on a Sunday when Erin's phone rang - the Pagoda in Patterson Park was going to open to visitors in just a few hours and there was an injured bird that needed rescuing, according to (legendary Baltimore improv master, friend and park partner) Katie Long. Tyler had already headed out to "help a friend move a piece of furniture." When Erin got to the top of the Pagoda, trying to convince Katie that pigeons aren't protected by the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, there was Tyler, with flowers and Palm beers (and lots of tissues).