The other day I was working with one of my dear colleagues, Jane. She’s been with me for a long time now, and I regard her as a beloved worker, and also as a friend. We’ve been through a great deal over the years, she and I. Jane has two children, who are now on the brink of manhood. Her eldest is in college, and her baby (I say this quite facetiously, since he’s taller than me!) is a senior in high school. Both are bright, funny, tall and willowy, quirky, creative, and handsome. They have that devil-may-care attitude that comes with being a teen, but they are good kids.