I met Linda when we were in the seventh grade. Was it in P.E.? Gosh, another fact slipped into the ether.
There are so many wonderful memories associated with her that I hardly know where to begin. The most interesting fact would be a good start: Linda is the best belcher I have ever known. Loud, rolling, controlled, and capable of forming complete sentences. Whenever I belch, it is an embarrassing and awkward accident.
It was with Linda that I took my first trip with someone else’s family. We visited their cabin in Como, Colorado. It was a lovely, rustic place. We roamed the fields, played Yahtzee like there was no tomorrow, and giggled like the schoolgirls we were.
It was at Linda’s that I watched my first movie on a VCR (Rock and Roll High School), learned to shave my legs, and how to properly use a shower curtain. *Keep that plastic in the tub or you’ll end up with a whole mess o’ water on the floor.* She also helped me score the best paying and yummiest job of my teen years – a busser at Amici’s Italian Restaurant. Boy do I miss the sausage sandwich special!
As she lives in Denver, and I in Portland, we don’t see much of each other these days, but she is often on my mind. She’s the type of person who is always smiling (and isn’t a lovely one, too?), is kind, thoughtful, and never has an ill word against anyone. Everyone should have a little Linda in their life. I’m glad I do.