Elizabeth Workman is my room-mate and my very good friend. She teaches history and psychology at a local private high school. She also teaches Yoga and Spinning at health clubs. She is a natural, bright, and gifted teacher, and her students adore, maybe even idolize her. She grew up in the same neighborhood as one of my good friends and guitar playing buddies, Beston Barnett. She used to ride her bike around a lot. Her brother, David, once got in trouble for digging up clay on a college campus. We like to go to Starbucks together some mornings, and have a coffee before she goes to teach, and I go to walk Posh.