As a child I had what my parents and grandparents called my ‘imaginary friends’. Two of them. I had a speech impediment and called them Heeb and Hoob. The thing about them though, is that I remember them. I remember seeing them. I only ever saw them at my paternal grandparents’ house. They were two elderly men that dressed in what I think of now as golfing outfits- plaid pants with creases, collared shirts and one was wearing a sweater vest. One of them looked sort of like Bing Crosby, with the kind of sad eyes.