I never wrote my heart. I felt Caroline did. I so loved her for this. Our paths -- mine and Caroline Knapp's -- might have crossed. But they didn’t.
In receiving the compliment that my work is ‘as good as the greats, like Caroline Knapp’ I felt compelled to rummage through my pieces to find the one I wrote... about failing to get her autograph. So here it is.
“Well, that’s because it’s Thursday. He’s at the BOSTON office.”
“You can’t. You can leave a message with Beverly who’s out until January 9th.”
“Boston, Massachusetts. The number for Caroline Knapp, spelled Kay, Enn—“
It was clear from the photos taken by Jan S.G. that with sufficient champagne, magic was had by all!