I lost my other Margy last week.
When I moved back to Kingsport in 2002 to take care of my mother, Margie Staten, I reconnected with my old friend Margy Clark, who had been a treasured colleague during my first stint at the Kingsport Times News in the mid-seventies.
Margy â different spelling from my mother â was recently widowed and we became running mates, again.
We would have dinner together once a week, always at a different spot. We talked about putting together a book of restaurant reviews of Tri-Cities restaurants but in the end we decided we would rather enjoy our meals than critique them.