The quote above is from Craig Bork, who hit it on the head. (He sent me an email with a great Kellie-story that I've shared at the bottom.)
There's an old Hindu proverb that goes: "Tell me a fact and I'll learn. Tell me a truth and I'll believe. But tell me a story and it will live in my heart forever."
On this post, I'm asking people to share their own Kellie stories, or thoughts, or whatever.
If you're on the main page: Click the (#) comments link (at the bottom of this post) and you can first read what other people have shared. (If you're on the permalink page, you will already see people's comments below.) At the bottom, you can Post a Comment. A sign-in box will ask you to enter username/password (if you have a blogger account) or just click the: Or Post Anonymously. A box for typing in your story appears and when you're done, hit Publish Comment. (You might have to hit your browser refresh button to see your comment posted) Whaddya waiting for?
Also, for those who asked:
Kellie's SF Chronicle obit is linked here
Craig's Kellie Story
When Kellie, Tim Lyons and I were all in Phoenix and you in SF, Tim and Kellie decided to visit me late at night while I was living at my parents house. I was about to go to sleep when a tap comes on the bedroom window from the hand of Kellie. I got her to the front door and Kellie and Tim were there seeking to get high. Went and grabbed a baggy of weed and headed down to Clarendon school where we proceeded to head out onto the field to toke up. I had the baggy in my hand and was proceeding to fill up a pipe when a police light shined directly on us. We were directed to come to the cop, I stupidly stuffed the baggy in my pants (if I were only smart enough to have poured it out) and when we reached the cop, he asked me to produce what was in my pants and then set me in the back of his police car. Tim and Kellie were mortified. Kellie was begging the cop to let me go, (telling him that) it was her idea to rouse me in the first place. And it turned out, the cop did let me go. On the way back to my house Kellie still wanted to gey high, so I went inside, got somemore pot, we got stoned and I went to bed. I know it's a silly story but I will never forget it.