was the first person I met at Viable Paradise XII
--we were both in the airport, waiting to board the puddle-jumper to Martha's Vineyard, and he correctly deduced from my laptop adornments
that I was a fellow writer and struck up a conversation.
We subsequently had further bonding experiences during the workshop week, which may or may not have involved large quantities of alcohol. (It's okay. He owns a bar.
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