One Summer when I was 7, my grandmother and I drove to Albany NY to visit her sister for the afternoon. Her sister was married to a scary guy who didn’t like kids so I kept my distance. I had never met my second cousin, Tinker, before this visit. She was nice enough to let me ride around in her car that afternoon as she sought out someone to buy beer. I was sworn to secrecy. I was also not supposed to tell anyone that she smoked. At 7, Tinker was really cool.