Do the people who knew us when, know us better than the people who know us now? Maybe.
On Saturday family friends visited. Old friends, from way, way, way back when I was growing up in Vermont. They came inside our house with two gifts: A book and toilet bowl cleaner.
They know me like nobody else does, or maybe, ever will. Ok, Gail knows about my keeping the bathroom sparkling thing. And you all know about the snake. But still, nobody knows you like the people you grew up with.