This door knob seems like a dead ringer for our Coyle Street front inside door. The laced curtain and even the beaded wood recalls an entrance way I traveled through many times. The day after a recent family wedding, we had a gathering on our back porch, before my sisters headed south and west. My sister from Oregon is a good storyteller and has the flair for the dramatic. She retold the story of the day that she first 'saw' Elenka. Notice, I didn't say meet. I had started working in her building and most days walked home or got a ride from my older sister. This day Elenka 'found' me walking, pulled over and as they say the rest is history. Apparently, when we pulled into the driveway, my younger sister ran around through the house 'screaming' something like "There's a girl, in a red car, in the driveway with M-... she's a blonde... Mooooooooom!" I thought it was no big deal. Hey, I got a ride home. As time would tell, it was a turning point in my life, and I didn't even seen it coming! My sister's high-pitched voice level, her facial expressions and her gift of recall had us all in stitches. I'm not the only one in the family, I guess, that can dramatically tell a humorous tale. Smile!