Sometimes you just have something wonderfully unexpected show up at your front door. I had a day like that last week. In the middle of a frantic writing stretch, the doorbell rings and there stands my old friend Ann Brierley. We met in 1979 as we were both heading down to the Southern Hemisphere, young things we were, on a Big Adventure. Both IAEA trainees (International Agricultural Exchange Association, based in Denmark) we were embarking on a life in New Zealand. I ended up on a big dairy farm in the Waikato with a farm family I’m still close with today; first she was at the northern tip of the North Island on a dairy farm with 400 cows in the Waikato, but she ended up on a sheep station not too far away. I had hoped for sheep, but I treasure the family I was given. That was, wow, almost 35 years ago. Ann, a teacher, lives in B.C. and now and then pops up. This time she was bringing her mom back to Central Butte for the summer. Ann is one of the best I know; my other good pal Robert Perske has a saying, “Life must love us, for it lets us stumble upon people like you.” That’s the way I feel about Ann E. I haven’t seen her for a few years, but it was like we’d been together yesterday.
No one else was home to record our reunion so we did it ourselves. I’ll bet we could still milk a cow in record time.