Saying it out loud, dinner al fresco and an invite to my inner lair.

I’ve always wanted a friend with a cool name.   Thanks to a cross-country

airplane ride, I met “Biff”, and in this thank you, felt comfortable enough to

venture and write it.  Vin and I were running errands when we got

a call.  Lunch at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills?

Sounds great.  We sped over, swapped stories about winters in

Boston, and emerged with a new friendship.  Since Lynda and Biff

are both writers, I invited them to see my “Thank You” room and I

hope they accept.  (I’d already sent Lynda earthquake goo to put on the

bottoms of her cups & saucers so reminded her to use it before the next

shaker).