I always knew they were in my family. Good kids, both, but here’s proof of it all. We were out for a walk on the heights overlooking Santa Monica beach. And there, right there, J started hugging a tree right there in broad daylight. You know me; I had a camera, and documented it all. Laugh all you want. I just saw my third grade teacher/daughter as a little girl again. I continue to leave her name out so as to minimize the embarrassment should her friends run a search on her. And she doesn’t tell anyone that I write about her.