Shivering from the chilly autumn wind, I waited by the public bathroom, anticipating our monthly Chicago rendezvous. This month Katy and I agreed to meet at the Lincoln Park Zoo. After several not-so-clandestine glances at the main entrance, I finally spotted her infamous bright orange beanie bobbing its way through the crowd toward me. I waved and caught her eye, and she smiled at my little "freeze" dance. Katy--always the jester--began to grotesquely limp her way to me. At her atrocious impersonation of a decrepit old lady, I went into paroxysms of laughter, eliciting a round of ferocious snorts from Katy. At the familiar amiability, I briefly forgot the cold and ran to her to give her a hug. Our boisterous reunion, predicated by
