On a warm July night, we decided that we were going to celebrate Independence Day a little early.  Roy was being stationed in Japan and would not be home for the holiday.  As we began getting things set up for the big lights show, I was asked to knock on our neighbor’s door to provide them the common courtesy of letting them know what we were doing.  Being as painfully shy and introverted as I am, I reluctantly walked over and rang their doorbell.  They had barely been living next door to us for a month.  I had only seen them in passing and never formally introduced myself.  The woman, young and beautiful, seemed very full of energy and always had a smile on her face.  I would see her leave and return home, but that was the extent of my interaction.