One of the clan spending the day here and the other there. Nature, nurture, providence, chance, who knows? One toddles off in a direction headed 22° NNE, the other at 23º NNE. Not quite two decades later, the former ends up at the UN for the day, the latter in Middle of Nowhere, Wyoming. There’s no explaining it. Isn’t there something reassuring about that? To have a bit of mystery left?