40 years on... (1 of 3)

She was 16; I was 7. The beginning of a really awful romance novel? Not at all! The beginning of a really neat relationship with a decades-long gap in the middle of it.

Duanne remembers my visiting her room in the rehab center when I was but a plucky wee lad, and apparently it gave her the lift she needed at the time. Now, as she recovers from a recent operation, we reunite. Duanne's friend, a feature columnist for the Courier-Journal, is also there. I'm really glad we got to meet again.