I just remembered another unique ability that Ira and I share: wherever there are texts—be it in books, on store windows, or anywhere else—we often find ourselves reading things incorrectly, instinctively twisting words into our own quirky versions. The funny part is that we always misread the same words, no matter where we encounter them! It’s hilarious. We end up laughing uncontrollably at the same joke, over the same amusing text in a book—something that might not even be funny to anyone else!
In fact, our perception of information, of any text, tends to converge into a single thought. When we were kids, we even wrote poetry together, alternating lines—she would write one line, then I would write the next. Our dad was always horrified, saying, “How can you do that? You two are something else…” And it wasn’t just a short story; it was a single poem! Of course, we also wrote stories and books, too. What a talent we had!