We met on Bruckner Boulevard in the Bronx. I was walking to my car, on my way to take my daughter to school. As I reached to unlock my car door, my keys dropped on the ground. Ron happened to be parked behind me, and kindly picked up my keys. He tried to make a joke of it and said I was parked illegally in front of his job's driveway. We laughed it off and I left. When I came back to park my car and walk to the train, I saw him again and he wrote his name on a piece of paper and asked if I would call him. The rest is history.....