I met Hannah Woodroofe in the winter of 2005. Before I met her everybody talked
about her, as if she were royalty. Hannah Woodroofe, the ruler of Hyde Park. A
communicator to the crazies carrying a stack of thick books wearing sweat
pants, a cut up angora sweater and hi-heeled sneakers. Smoking cigarettes.

I saw her in a window and vowed to friends that I would date her, they thought I
was a blockhead. We were both involved at the time, I can say that mine was
like slowly drying cement. I can't speak for a Woodroofe. A Wild Hannie.
Oh my god.

Hannah is moving to Youngstown, Ohio to figure it out. Not the standard "it",
she's going to solve economic collapse. She'll do it too, surrounded by stacks
of note cards listening to Agitpop, drinking some beers. My guess is she won't
be there for long, the Buckeye State is no place to keep a Woodroofe rapt.

I hope to know you again someday, Hannah. I mean, I know you now. I just mean
like trapped on an island know you, stuck in a car in traffic know you.

If you've come to this internet page because you're looking up Hannah Woodroofe
on a search engine because you've recently met her, thank your lucky stars.