I met my friend Tammy at the end of February 2001, on my first day working at the Teamsters. She flew out for a meeting in Fairfield, CA, and I drove up to meet her so we could spend Sunday night picnicking in her hotel room, catching up, and having an old-fashioned slumber party. This is her tattoo, which she got after her third marriage ended. She’s happily married now to a man who she adores and who is wonderful to her. And I have sorely missed her ever since I left DC.