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.