Karen and I were born hours apart in the same hospital and small towns being what they are -- or were -- knew most of the same people and were involved in a lot of the same things and even -- briefly -- with each other.
I rather idolized her parents and they, against all available evidence, seemed to respect and treat me as an adult. I can still remember my anxiety piloting the four of us down Broad Street in Columbus in their full-size 1960s Sedan de Ville when it was still three traffic lanes. (It has been more prudently two lanes since the 70s.)
This is us fifty years later. You can see two more pictures of us at https://tinyurl.com/ycbtkq58 et seq.