Rook was always available to go drinking: week nights, weekends, lunch times, after hours, before hours, bar mitzvahs, she didn’t care. She was good company and drank like a fish. The sad thing is that it is impossible to recall accurately too many sessions with her, though Kentucky and I had plenty, due to the amount of alcohol consumed. The Consul, who keeps tabs on everyone, recently told me she was still drinking down Bristol way. I hope so, and maybe we’ll be lucky enough to meet up with her again one day – she was a great drinking companion.