How I met Allison Beckwith
A pleasant exchange of emails.
Great to see a probable cousin on this addicting forum!
A pleasant exchange of emails.
Great to see a probable cousin on this addicting forum!
When I was 17, he came into the paint your own pottery store I worked at to paint a plate for his daughter. It was sweet, but the man did not know how to use a stencil. He signed a one dollar bill for me and I gave it to my dad for Christmas. He framed it (I kid you not) and it still sits on his desk. I happily write this story while on my iBook.
She’s something like my second cousin. I went to her wedding to Rob Estes, she descended to the main floor of the hotel in a glass elevator. I worked at her pottery store in Bellevue. Her sister is much nicer.
I was like 16, and he was like, part owner of the store I worked in… and I was like, I’ve don’t know who this guy is. But, he was nice to me. I think he bought me juice from a juice bar.
His facial hair is especially attractive to cats with homosexual tendencies…