Love my sister! One of my best memories as a kid was getting passed a note in 8th Grade Home Economics... While I was a little disappointed when I realized that the note was not actually my cute classmate but rather from a woman named Lisha who loved Jim Morrison and was apparently my sister! Emotionally monumental is how I would describe that moment, truly a life changer in the best way possible. Since those notes, a rainy Market Square Day in 1985 (84?) when we first hung out, we have had so many amazing memories, with so many more to come! I am very lucky to have a big sister as cool as she is. We had a great chat and (as always) enjoyed her unique perspective, hope you enjoy listening!
