Ten's best friend was awesome, and I'm not just saying that because she has my blog address. I guess her only fault is that she plays golf and encourages Ten to do the same. I have been trying to figure out her nomme de blog, and I've finally decided upon Gollywobbler. I hope she likes it. (Gollywobbler, if you're reading this, you should know that my Scrabble board has been shining its tiles and strutting its stuff all week.)
The three of us and her mother had a lovely dinner on South Hero Island on Saturday, the location of my dad's marathon back in October. The next time we meet up I will further mine Gollywobbler for details about Ten before I knew her. All I really got on Saturday night was a casual reference to my fellow diner's one-time outdoor urination.
Speaking of outdoor urination, only twelve days until I'm back in Louisiana!