It was summer time in Y2K. I lived on Long Island and had just met Kim, the girl I would marry 6 years later. We had met as friends through my sister Julie. She was funny, kind and surprisingly approachable. The first time we went out, I was to pick her up at her house. I had a glitch in my sense of direction and I found myself hopelessly lost. I called her up and bashfully explained my predicament. She knew where I was and decided it was easier to meet me at the gas station, where I had called from, and have me follow her back than to try and explain the complicated side roads. Ten minutes later she…

After 6 years in our current apartment my dog Max still occasionally stops at the 2nd floor apartment although we live on the 3rd floor. He seems baffled when I come down and show him the way. It reminded me about keeping realistic expectations of out pets and that some behaviors are just not that big a deal. Max is awesome and well trained, if he never figures out what floor he lives on its cool with me.