On a plane ride to the East Coast, I sat next to a man who was a paper specialist.  It was the most stormy and turbulent flight I have ever been on but, like a foodie exchanging recipes with a master chef, I was captivated for one and a half hours talking about paper.  He may have been the only person who could understand the incredible satisfaction of folding and tearing a piece of BFK Rives paper with a bone folder or watching paint and water be absorbed on its surface.  It was like we were talking about a friend we knew separately but dearly loved.