Meet my friend Kate. We worked together many, many years ago at Boston's public television station, WGBH. She left. Then I left. And we lost touch. Until last year when I got an email from her out of the blue (she'd somehow found me through this blog) telling me that she was alive and well and living in Tucson. I happened to be in Tucson at the time. We met and picked right up where we'd left off some 25 years earlier. This year when I visited my friends Simon and David in that wonderful desert city, Kate and I met again for breakfast, again at the Little Cafe Poca Cosa. And even though the place is famous for its loud music, our non-stop laughs (at the expense of others) drowned it out.