CLEVELAND, Ohio – “Broke into the old apartment,” I scream-sang along with the Barenaked Ladies at Blossom Music Center last Friday. “This is where we used to live.”

Twenty-nine years after my sister and I first saw the Canadian alt-rock band at EndFest, we were back, reliving our youth. Only this time, drinking foot-long frozen drinks and accompanied by our husbands.

When we stood in the bathroom line, we got asked if we were twins.

We’re not; my sister is 16 months younger than I am. But we look so much alike that people have been mixing us up most of our lives. At the ski hill or on the pool deck, we still answer to each other’s names.

It’s one of the myriad reasons I’m so grateful to live near where I grew up.

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