It seems like all of us have that one person in our lives who gets what we have to say better than anyone else.
In my case, I met Susan in middle school when we were standing in the cafeteria line and she asked the lunch lady for a plate of worms with red gravy. I immediately knew that she wanted the spaghetti with marinara sauce and laughed while the rest of the kids looked at her like she had some strange Martian disease.
I ordered what she was having and made a point of sitting with her at lunch for roughly the next six years. We quickly became inseparable, shared our thoughts and gave each other nicknames. She called me “Coriander” and I called her “Sooz.” (Not “Suze,” because it just didn’t have the same ring to it. Again, we got those looks.)
Recently I thought of Sooz when I was telling a family from Tennessee that no classic Cody vacation is complete without driving one of the two roads to Yellowstone. When I am in the park I refer to them as the two roads to Cody, by the way.
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