Seeing her long, platinum blond hair blowing in the wind, with her chasing my lost self down in a stormy parking lot… Sis then announcing that we would be taking a road trip instead of eating at the moment.

“Great, let’s go!”, I say, knowing that I’m in good hands…going down the highway, talking about forbidden things like we are talking about doing the laundry…laughing about SHOGUN and the guy in the black coat with the crew cut…

And then there’s the stories she told. The stories that had me mesmerized like listening to stories on the radio before the days of television. I learned that the most life-reeling things happen to Golden Sis in bookstores. What a beauty—inside and out.

Her incredible daughter that is beyond description.

The Irish Pub we visited and the amazing K/C atherine.

The boy in the Mrs. Robinson story that I saw in real life.

I could go on…but then maybe some things are better left to the imagination.