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Oddly, my brother Dennis made no secret of the fact that he liked the Jets; not the sports team, but the mid-'80s pop band made up of many brothers and sisters who hailed from some tropical island. Even I, at the age of 16, was a little reluctant to admit that I enjoyed their music unless I was around Dennis and we were cruising around in his Toyota Tercel, chugging chocolate milk and grooving to "Crush on You." (If I was 16 at the time, by the way, that would make Dennis 25. Just so you know.)

Other songs/artists that Dennis confessed to enjoying during my teenage years:

"Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car" by Billy Ocean

Any Jon Secada

What Dennis recently, within the last three months, confessed to enjoying:

"Two of a Kind" starring Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen

Let's cut to my sophomore year of college; I was living in a townhouse with six other girls and had pretty much forgotten about the Jets in favor of things like frat parties and beer nuggets.

I was awakened one weekday morning at 6:15 a.m. by a phone call from the local Kinko's.

"Amy Coughlin?"

"Um....yah."

"This is Whoever calling from the Kinko's in DeKalb. You have a fax here. It's urgent."

"OK." I sat there for a few seconds, waiting for this bit of information to make sense.

"You need to come pick it up," the person finally said.

"Well, who's it from? What is it?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that over the phone. All I can tell you is that it's urgent."

I hung up and threw a sweatshirt over my pajamas, stuffed my feet into some shoes, and began the long walk to campus to pick up my urgent fax.

My urgent fax.

My urgent fax??

The more alert I became, the more I began to worry. Who would send me a fax? Did I have a traffic ticket I hadn't dealt with? Did I fail to attend a class one too many times? Was I wanted for some type of crime?

I finally reached the strip mall where the Kinko's was located and entered the store slowly, afraid of what I might find. I announced myself meekly.

All became clear when the smirking counter boy slid two pieces of paper across the counter to me.

One was a cover sheet from the Kinko's in Honolulu, where Dennis was the store manager. The second paper...well, I'll let it speak for itself.

I looked up at the counter boy and smiled sheepishly.

"Thanks a lot," I stammered, backing out of the store. "This came just in time."