It was 1968, and she came to visit us from Germany.  I was 12 and she was 19–a gap as wide as the Atlantic Ocean that separated our daily lives. I mean, really, she had no interest in hanging around with a 12 year old! But, that was a long time ago (or as Cousin B would say: that was in former times). And now?  Best friends, and closer than sisters. (more…)