Our parents were in love, at least for one night, or perhaps for many years, and maybe even still. And it might possibly be true that our parents have been in love for eternity, cycling through infinite existences, catching one another’s eye at a dance, in a jungle, below the oceans, or out there amid the myriad of swirling cosmic motes. In any case, whatever happened happened and we were born. After some changes in our clothing sizes and a long series of school lunches we found ourselves in Detroit.