Mary called yesterday. When I answered she said, “Will you, can you, come out to play? We can climb up your pine tree.” We laughed together, two friends for over half a century, and talked about dismal knees and aging parents. I so want to end up as next door neighbors again before our end, so that when we are truly old women, we can sit on the porch and make each other laugh. Tree climbing will be taboo, however.