I met a kindred spirit the other day.

I was having lunch with Lindsay Barrett George and there was a sweet old lady at the next table. Apparently she overheard us talking about children’s books because she said, “Excuse me. May I interrupt you? You see, my name is like Anne of Green Gables, only backwards.”

Delighted, I asked her, “So, you are SHIRLEY ANNE?!”

“Yes!” she said, thrilled that I KNEW. She let me take her picture and give her a kiss on the cheek before we left.

I always expect magic encounters in October. As Anne says:

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?”