The week before the Burn, I met an amazing person. She was absolutely wonderful: smart, funny, clever, beautiful, open-minded... I liked her a lot, and I thought we really connected-- but then, I never saw her again... and I can't shake the idea that I said or did something to offend her. (I can be pretty dumb sometimes.)
If I did offend her, I am very, very sorry.
Her name was Lisa. She was from Florida, and was camped somewhere around the corner from the Gasso Station on the Esplanade. If anybody knows her, I would appreciate it if they'd please pass the word that she is a totally remarkable person, and any association with me is certainly no ill reflection on her.