Ann Cannon took me to birthday lunch today at . . . it begins with an R. It's over there by McDonald's on 7th East. It's Indian food. I love Indian food. I could google it, but then you wouldn't appreciate how my 70-year old mind works. It starts with an R. Unless it doesn't start with an R.
Any meal with Ann is like a birthday celebration. She's always a lit candle. I have known her for twenty-four years. Our first novels, published a year apart, with the same publisher brought us together. Actually, Elizabeth Wahlquist introduced us at that first lunch because of aforementioned books. I loved her immediately.
I lived in her old neighborhood in Provo for ten years, which I now realize was a nice bonding thing. I knew the Baliffs, the Thomases, the Collins etc, the people she grew up around. Then we moved to the Avenues and became acquainted with her present neighbors: Kamaraths and Keddingtons and Katzeaneses. Don't you love those K's?
Anyway, I loved ending my 9-day birthday celebrations with Ann.