Good to hear. Tell her Ken says hi, glasses, blue car, used to pick her up at London Drugs on Davie, then around Marine and Cambie. I must have seen her 30 times at least. When she retired, she could have sold her phone number for good bucks, and I pity the bloke who has it now because he probably still gets the odd call for Deb. Somehow she seemed to stay away from obvious drugs, despite some of the peeps she hung around with; hopefully that was a sign of the common sense deep within. Always a pleasant gal to be with, and I often thought that with a dress and a coif, she'd make some day someone a nice wife once she got stuff figured. I really hope stuff works out for her, and that she finds a guy that cares. I wouldn't mind a social coffee with her, though she may well want to minimize revisiting prior days too much.