We were there the same time, in the same place, and we grew up in the same classes and school yards and soda fountains. We heard the whistles and bells of the same boats, and smelled the fragrance of the same peach blossoms. Our popular songs, radio broadcasts, newspaper stories, and giddy fads touched our contemporaries in a thousand other towns, but never just the way they touched us, because we were different, not just singly, but different together. Now still tramping through the vast complexities of human life and death, we stay forever imprinted and linked by who we were. And in gathering together we have reconfirmed our identities. These well-lined faces are glad to see me. I am glad to see them. We must have loved each other better than we knew.