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Anyway, Anyhowe, Anywhere

She came all the way from the North Country, somewhere up near Lake Superior; and there she was, sitting next to Stacey and across from me. Stino came over to the table and expressed his appreciation to her for making the trip ... I am sure that once word gets out the inimitable KathyHowe visited the restaurant, enjoyed the food, and carried out a piece of ricotta cheesecake to have later with a mocha, we are going to have to call three weeks ahead of time to get a seat instead of only one.

People will come from the entire midwest U.S. and parts of Canada, hoping that she will return and that they will catch a glimpse of her, maybe even get her autograph on a take-out box as proof that they really did see her, meet her, talk to her, enjoy her company, and see howe she rocks.

All I can say is that it was a kick-ass weekend with Kathy Howe, during which she helped me tremendously on the business side of my life.

And we had a lot of fun, too.

She didn't complain that Stacey has the air conditioner turned down to about 64 degrees at night because Kathy is cooler than the other side of the pillow. And I have no idea how late she and Stacey were awake into the wee hours this morning or what they talked about, but it seemed like they were old and good buddies when I hit the sack.

And what is weird is that I absolutely knew this person coming toward me at the crowded airport terminal was Kathy Howe; and what is even weirder is that even though I was meeting her in person for the first time, we knew each other and were friends. She wasn't an axe-murderer.

I don't know howe it could have been a better weekend ... it was kind of like Kathy Howe had planned it all out ahead of time, right down to getting me to give her the red leather note card case from Levenger's that matches her red purse.

The world, and especially my corner of it, has been enriched. We'll do it again, for sure.

Posted by Bill at August 29, 2004 11:16 PM