It's always a pleasure when stepdaughter Alexis and her little girl come for a visit. They live in Massachusetts and we see them a couple of times a year. But this last visit became extra-special on the drive home from the airport when Alexis surprised me with "Could I go on the motorcycle with you sometime?" She was barely fifteen when I married her mom. A very bright girl who unfortunately suffered too much from the turmoils of being a teenager, she resented my intrusion at the time and there was some related drama that I won't go into here. But as the years went by my marriage survived, the entwinements of our lives did not go away and we all grew up in various ways. We became friends and now all of our emails and phone calls end with a "love you." She's thirty-one today, a charming and beautiful woman very much like her mother, yet still wide-eyed and childlike in her love of new adventures. So this question in the car brought a big smile to my face. "Yes," I replied, "I think we can arrange that."