Growing up, I lived on 40 Koser. Anna lived at 120 Koser (is that address right, Anna?) She was one year older in age, but somehow that never seemed to matter. I'm not exagerating to say that she made my childhood what it was. I truly thought that life was going to end when her family moved away. It couldn't possibly continue without the Kukulka's up the street, it just couldn't!
But somehow it did.
Fifteen years later, we reunited in Chicago for a quick drink, a long hug, and (of course) a photo.