My Friend Gay Kinman
During the night I remembered Gay, a fellow author and our many adventures. We met via email and she asked me to be her roommate at an Epicon--Epic was an online organization for e-published authors, and the conference was being held in Bellingham, Washington. This was the first time we met in person. Her husband had sent her flowers and I thought the room smelled like a funeral parlor. We hit it off friend wise--a friendship that has lasted many years. One night I'd been invited to dinner by a young true-crime writer. We dined across the street. In great detail, he described several gory murders. The waiter was not thrilled about coming to our table. It snowed during the conference. Gay and I are quite different. She's very attractive but never seemed to notice the attention given to her by men. She's extremely well-educated. and far more intellectual than I am. Her husband was merely months younger than I was. They never watched TV shows, only the news and educational p...