For those of you who don't know, I have a pen pal named Maxine who lives in Alaska and who I have been writing to since I was in 4th grade. She is older than me and absolutely WONDERFUL! I love to share her with my friends and family because she is too fabulous not to tell people about, but it is weird to hear that a 31 - year old woman has a pen pal in this day and age. And to top it off, she doesn't use computers so all our correspondence is through old fashioned mail. This makes me a terrible friend because my letters are so spotty at times - particularly when my life gets as busy as it is now. Maxine is very, very special and has been with me through all my major life events. Leaving elementary school, my father's death, my high school experience, boyfriends, starting college, meeting Chuck, getting married, going to law school, jobs, and having babies. And through it all, I've only met her in person twice: once when I met her in fourth grade (she spoke to my elementary school class about Alaska and then we all had to write her a thank you note, but I kept writing at her encouragement), and then when I was 19 and living in Shreveport with Chuck in our first year of marriage. So, it is my great pleasure to share with you that George Maxwell is in fact named after my good friend Maxine.
Why bring this up now? Well, the volcano near Maxine (Mt. Redoubt) has erupted. . . again! The last time it erupted was in 1989 and Maxine sent me a letter about it along with a little ziplock packet of ash, which I shared with my 6th Grade English class. She is close enough that she gets "ashed" when the volcano erupts. Fascinating. She sent a card about a month ago informing us that it would probably erupt again, but that she and her husband Ray weren't worried because they has been "ashed" before. Pretty cool, huh? And that isn't even the coolest thing about her. I will have to share more later. For now, here is a post to the CNN article regarding last night's eruption.