It began simple enough with an Instagram post.
I was in southern Oregon and snapped a picture of myself near a local landmark, a fountain. Less than an hour later I received a picture message of an old friend standing near the same foundation, you in town? I was and moments later I was seated across from a woman I had not seen in more than 15 years. Francine [REDACTED], now Francine [REDACTED], but to me always Frankie.