On Saturday, we went to ArtScape. Just Andrew and me.
And aside from the 95 degree weather, it was wonderful.
We just wanted to walk around. See some art. Drink a mojito or two. Listen to some music.
Within the first few minutes, a booth caught my eye. Bright colors. Bold. Shiny. I was compelled to walk into the booth. Liz Williams’ booth.
I liked her work so much, we stopped over to say hello. I thought I’d get a card and maybe buy something when the budget allows. She was friendly. From Atlanta, she said.
And then I asked, “is your maiden name Mallory?” (Yes, I realize this is an odd question.)
She cocked her head and said, “How did you know that?”
I never forget a face. She and I shared an apartment in Richmond, Virginia in 1982 and haven’t seen each other or spoken since. We never had a falling out or anything. We were really just casual acquaintances – friends of friends. But we liked each other. (Or at least I liked her.) And then, we just went our separate ways.
It was great seeing her. Odd to run into her that way.
Tell her Wendy says hi!