Carson Fox

On the recommendation of bloggy I visited Clair Oliver Fine Art's site the other day and was very happily surprised to discover an old friend, Carson Fox.

Okay, more than old friend, I had a HUGE crush on her which she entertained for about three weeks before dumping me while I cut a tray of brownies. We worked together at a Philadelphia restaurant in 1988 or '89 , she was a waitress and I was a busboy, everybody wore rugby shirts. She was way out of my league - super smart, pretty, passionate, driven, fiery. She carried a tiny gun in her purse.

Coincidentally, I moved to Richmond a year and a half ago, and ended up moving into the house Carson grew up in. I'd have never known except that I happened to run into the previous tenant at Lowe's and we started talking - we both used to live in Philly, she had gone to the Academy of Fine Arts - I could have said twenty different Academy names but the one I said was "Carson Fox". It turned out that she and Carson were best friends and she had rented her place from Carson's mom, who had since passed away. Wow! If I had only said a different name we would have never made the connection. Makes you wonder how often that might happen.

Carson keeps surprising me, I still have a crush, and she's still out of my league. Some things never change.