I keep thinking about David Elias and I serenading Nina and Don when they were sitting on the back porch at Mom’s. “Nina and Don sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Don with a baby carriage.” I even have a memory of Don chasing us once or twice—even catching David once and putting him on top of the mulberry tree in the back yard.