My favorite Rachel story is when she was about three. The four of us were at Friendship Park and this little kid was around by the swings. Very casually, twenty or more cops joined us. We were trying to skitter away but we couldn’t get Rachel out the swing. Her bubble jacket was too big. A redheaded female cop saw us struggling and pulled her out. Later, we would learn the little kid was holding a gun. Happy birthday to my twenty-year-old sister Rachel.