Saturday, I managed to wrangle Travis’ wife, Collette, into meeting me for brunch at a restaurant named Porch, way out in the boonies of Daybreak. I think she showed up for the grits. She was in the South when she was on her LDS mission, so I figured she’d be happy to go where the good grits are in these parts. Plus, the restaurant’s name—Porch—reminded me of hanging with Mom on the porch in Delta. And, indeed, Co and I chatted for more than a couple of hours about topics tiny and bigly. When I snapped the photo of both of us, you can see I was still talking so intently that I just kept jabbering away, picture or no picture. I had a blast. We decided we need to meet up more often, and I hope we make time to do that.
BTW I wore my BYU blue for the occasion, and the bookshelf Tie o’ the Day felt appropriate—because Collette is a champion-caliber reader. Gee, I can relate to that. As an added bonus, Collette presented me with a new bow tie. It’s seersucker, and that’ll be so perfect for spring and summer. It will make me feel cool, temperature-wise and otherwise.