Noteworthy By Amber Gordon My friend’s old Buick Le Sabre rattled into the Perkins parking lot.  I held two notebooks and two pens as Cory shifted into park.  Handing a set to him, I asked, “Are you ready?” “Let’s do this,” Cory said.  He only half smiled, but his eyes were lit with excitement. It was a gray, foggy day in mid-March.  The air was damp and snow had begun melting into puddles of slush and ice water.  I felt the impending season of colors, warmth, and new life.  This was exciting after yet another long, cold winter, and I wanted to find a way to share that feeling with others.  My plan was to write compliments on paper, and leave these notes on…