When I first moved to Austin, Margaret was one of the first persons I met. A friend of friend, she tossed me a bone and let me do a few book reviews to help fund my relocation. I'll always appreciate that. One of these days, if I ever get over it, I'm going to write about the goddamn mother fucking snowstorm and the pussies who couldn't drive that caused me to miss seeing the Sex Pistols at Cain's Ballroom in Tulsa.
