Gwendolyn chatted happily while I drove. I knew a place that would be great for "parking," an overlook on the river just below the interstate bridge. It wasn't accessible from the highway; you had to know how to find it, an unpaved road off of River Road. I mostly listened, even more happily, as Gwendolyn talked. Just the sound of her voice and the nearness of her, animated and vivacious, filled me with indescribable joy....