My dear Tasmanian friend visited this week from New York and brought me a gift from her dad in Tasmania. He kept bees for a while and thought I should have this book. It really meant a lot to me. I met him when he came to visit San Francisco many years ago. We had a great time at a trivia night held at a local pub. If not for him, we would have lost. He knew every single answer to the questions about the Olympics. They had booked a hotel on 6th and Market, an area notorious for drug dealers and sex workers and violent crime. We were concerned that they would get a bad impression of our fair city, but all her dad noticed was the local wildlife: pigeons, grackles, crows. When he and his wife came to visit again, my friend took them to Big Sur for a few days. I was working and could not go along, but I sent a bunch of natural history field guides along with them and hoped it would make their visit more pleasurable.
I guess he remembered the kindness and returned the favor by sending me his beekeeping manual and permit.
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