Tina, a nurse I work with on night shift, told me she met Marianne at Burn Camp, where burned kids go for a week to hang out with each other and do campy things. As it turned out, Marianne’s parents live right around the corner from us and she went all the way through school with our son, Philip. She grew up, became a nurse and works in our burn unit. Tina told her about my blog and I soon received a request for a bag. Now, when we run into her mom in Nob Hill, we can ask her how Marianne likes her bag.