Now that I am firmly ensconced at my new/old office , I am easy to find.
As in years past, people know that if they go into the café across the street from the Courthouse, the chances are pretty good they will find me.
Such is the case with my dear friend, Danielle. Last year, she worked in one of the café’s former incarnations. We’ve remained friends ever since. She doesn’t come to the café regularly but when we manage to get together there, it is always a wonderful experience for me.
Danielle provides me with what used to be called in previous generations ‘sparkling conversation’ and ‘witty banter.’ She certainly has a quick wit. Add to that the fact that she is young, pretty and thoroughly charming and you can see why she is an ideal café co-conspirator.
Danielle is a master of repartee.  She excels at the quirky quip.
With some clever people, conversation is almost a competition… Who can say the cleverest thing? Who can top the other? With some people, you don’t converse so much as compete for air-time. Not so with my darling Danielle. She is a generous conversationalist. She is just as adept at the comedic set-up… saying something which she knows will be used by me to make a funny remark. Sometimes I am the straight-man… sometimes she is. It’s a nice relationship.
It also doesn’t hurt that this delightful girl is as nutty as a fruitcake. Totally loopy but in the best possible sense of the word. Offbeat, quirky, zany… all these words come close without quite describing her. She is a funtastic, howlarious, smile-a-minute mirthquake.
This is not to say that Danielle is merely an irrepressible madcap. Far from it. She has her deep, pensive side and a quick analytical mind. Whether we’re discussing film, literature, art or popular culture, she can definitely hold her own – a refreshing quality in one so young.
One of the most interesting things I find about this young lady is that her entire social and cultural frame of reference is so different from mine. She’s never known a world without computers, cell phones, emails, text messages or the Internet. She simply cannot imagine life without microwave ovens or DVDs. She’s never seen any of the Star Wars movies and has never watched an episode of Star Trek. She has no idea that the ‘cc’ at the bottom of a piece of correspondence stands for ‘carbon copy’… which makes sense considering she’s never even heard of carbon paper let alone seen a mimeographed copy of anything.
She suspects I am lying when I tell her that when I was a child, milk was delivered to our door by horse-drawn cart. 
In many ways she is The Girl From Planet X. I am more than happy to be her ‘test subject from a long-forgotten era.’
Best of all, despite our many differences, our minds work very much in the same way. We finish each other’s sentences. We ‘get’ each other effortlessly.
And we write in much the same manner.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
 The Bridgewater Café, 91 East Main St, Welland, ON. Phone: 905-788-9339
 Repartee is the wit of the quick answer and capping comment: the snappy comeback and neat retort.
 I am not lying. Our town was the last area in Canada where milk was delivered by horse. This went on well into the early 70’s, I believe.