Your father, Dr. John Carpenter, worked in his own office which was on the first floor of our house on Washington Street. You both lived in a neighborhood filled with druggies, drug dealers, prostitutes, criminals, sex offenders, etc.

It was Saturday afternoon, you both were going to the park to play touch football with all the kids who lived in the neighborhood. Including his new nurses: Michelle, Irene, and Barbara. You both were getting ready in your apartment above his doctors office.