Musings – on the editor’s mind

My oldest sister, Maureen, turned 70 Sunday. She is five years older than me, enough years apart that I do not think of us as growing up together. She was 10 when I was five. We never walked to school side-by-side. She graduated high school when I was in eighth grade, so we never passed each other in the hall.

Maureen went to college in 1968, to Maryville, Tennessee, because that is where our father went. We grew up in Toledo, Ohio. I didn’t know anything about Tennessee. Or Vietnam, either. In 1968 my oldest sister was as much a mirage as reality.

Maureen came back with a Tennessee husband af...