This is Cornelia... I got into Seattle last night and Fran and Lillian were totally awesome and picked me up at the airport, and when we got to the parking lot across from where I was spending the night, they said, "sweetie, we have a present for you..." and then pulled out the most excellent, gorgeous, kickass biker jacket EVER from the trunk of the car and gave it to me. For actually keeping.
It belonged to their friend Lou, who died of breast cancer just shy of her 47th birthday seven years ago. There's a pink ribbon pin on the left lape. I just turned 47 a couple of weeks ago, and I hope to carry on Lou's legacy. She was a poet and a sculptor and a short-story writer and all kinds of groovy things, and I'm honored to take her coat out into the world and try to carry on with taking it to places I wish she could have gone.
This bookstore always feels like my spiritual homeland. Now it does even more so, and I'm taking a piece of it with me, thanks to Fran and Lillian. Thanks, you guys, it's an honor to know you.