I met Courtney on the airplane flight from Houston to Baton Rouge on the way back from a visit with Lynne in Mexico. Courtney and I ended up having a number of things in common, from taste in music to social interests to certain aspects of personal history. After a fascinating conversation, we lamented that the flight was too short to finish it, so I gave her my number and invited her to call me for coffee some time. This shot (and the other one, which is slightly better), were taken after landing at the Baton Rouge airport (where we ended up having something else in common: our luggage got misplaced).

The next time she called me, I ended up inviting her to a Beth Patterson concert at Chicago's steakhouse. The concert was excellent, but ended on something of a sour note when Courtney disclosed that she was in love with me, and then refused to acknowledge that I was already attached. There was something of A Scene in the parking lot.

To her credit, she called back a few nights later to apologize. We never did finish that conversation, though.