I knew her before I even saw my name on the sign. Â I knew her when I saw her because that is my kind of crazy to meet up at London Heathrow between Rome and JFK with an hour to run from one plane to the next. Â And it takes one to know one. Â At passport control:
“How long will you be staying ma’am?”
“Thirty five minutes.” The customs man looks up. Â
“What’s your plan ma’am”?
“I’m going to run out there, introduce myself to somebody, and hug them. Â Then I,m going to come back in here.”
He checked my passport. Â “Cheers.”
I met Fiona! Â We sat in the coffee bar across from arrivals and talked about our kids and our mothers and gardening and then she walked me to security and hugged me again. Â I can tell you she is absolutely beautiful.