The charming and beautiful lady on the left is one of my all-time favorite journal-keepers, Joan Perry. I am addicted to her work, which can be found here and here. And probably many other places, too.
A trip to a convention put her a mere 25 or so miles away, and we managed to work a get-together into her tightly packed schedule. So I went down tonight (in the supertanker, which barely fit in the Marriott's parking garage), to have a drink with her and spend a couple of hours in delightful chat...
PARENTHETICAL OH-FOR-A-FACE-TRANSPLANT THOUGHT: Damn, I look old! Can't help remembering what my Flip Wilson talking doll used to tell me when I pulled its string: "The ugly people know who they are...don't they?"
What a pleasure to meet someone so interesting to talk to! I've long considered her a friend -- in no small part because she was one of those who called when I was in hospital (using some rather devious means to locate me, I guess) and did so much to keep me glued to reality at that time -- and was thrilled to find out previous impressions were true. She is a friend, and the warmth she projects in her writing and the humanity one senses behind her photos are very real in person.
Thank you for a lovely evening, Joan!
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