Visiting an Old Friend

My dad's first memory is of being a baby in a crib, looking next to him, and seeing another little baby.  That baby was named Joe Hebert and he became my dad's best friend.  Turns out Joe's big sister Anne lives right here in the DC area, and we went to visit her when my dad was in town. 

It was the first time that Kathy and I had met her.  But as Anne said, very aptly, meeting each other was like getting together with old friends.