I irst met Judy when I was seven years old, at my kitchen
table. It was 1975. My dad and mom had separated the previous
year. I came of the school bus one day and saw a
shiny blue car in my driveway. I was anxious to come inside
and see who was visiting. My dad was seated at the kitchen
table with a woman I had never seen before. I climbed into
his lap, curious to learn about this new visitor.