As I said, I'm 64, and I've been a modern dance artist and teacher since my 20s, with lots of day jobs to fill in the gaps, mostly legal secretary work for civil rights and poor peoples' lawyers. I married a banker with whom I'd been pals as a kid when I was 49, as he had lost his first wife to breast cancer. Unfortunately, the love of my life died last October, suddenly and unexpectedly, from cancer of unknown origin (yes, that is actually a diagnosis that is given frequently - who knew?). I have a beautiful stepdaughter and two absolutely amazing granddaughters, 2 and 5, who are my stepson's gift to me; many wonderful friends in the artist-activist communities around the country; and lots of friends in Atlanta, where I spent most of my adult life and did most of my artistic work. (Am not working much at this point; am trying to heal my broken heart, handle probate matters, and do things that I've always wanted to do right now. My trip to Denmark falls into the last category, obviously.) My husband would have asked me how I knew Jannik wasn't an ax murderer; he'd have been only half-kidding. How does one explain a deep and abiding faith in human beings to a man who, in spite of having a voracious curiosity about the world, was just a little afraid of it? I only wish he were still here to come with me.