Here's Becky, freshman year of high school in 1991. Becky is my old pal Ryan's little sister. I've known her pretty much ever since she was born. After Ryan went on a mission to Japan for two years, I tried to kind of look out for her a little bit. These days, I'm better friends with her than I am with Ryan, whose organic mass seems to be steadily converting to some kind of weird cyborg entity capable only of rock-climbing and occasional, stunted conversation. In early 2002, Becky married Joe, who also went to Wilcox (and who lived two houses down from me on Wade Avenue). She's a teacher, just like most of the other women I know.