It had been six months or so, that first night at Smokey's, since Susan and I had had a chance to catch up, face to face. There was lots to talk about and some to laugh about, too.
Some, who like to tease, might compare her to another, more easily recognized birder-blogger, but I know better. She and I are like opposite sides of the same coin.
I've said that before, I know.
We'd toasted to our gathering, had dinner with old and new friends, and then, like the bad kids in the bunch we aspire to be, slipped outside during the evening's program to laugh together and goof around without any audience. We did that a lot during our couple days together in W. Va.