I was driving home; the fog had begun to lift and pale sunshine was dancing on the daffodils… so I have no idea where the thought came from. There was nothing to spark the train of thought.

“I wonder if that was really her name?”

In modern parlance, it was one of those OMG moments.

I don’t even know where their names surfaced from. Faces I always remember.. names? Not so much. And it was a long time ago.

When I arrived home, I went rummaging through the few old photos I have of my childhood.

Somewhat over half a century ago, and for a few short years, my two best friends were Penny and her brother, Said. My paternal grandparents worked with children at the local orphanage and these two were the closest to my own age at the time. I still have two photos of the three of…