After our descent from the mountains, April and I stopped in Santa Fe to visit my oldest childhood friend, Danny Wolfman. Danny and I were born a month apart in 1939 and had been passengers in the same baby carriage pushed alternately by our two mothers who were also best friends. [...]

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