When Kikuchiyo-san went to the cherry blossom festival at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, there was a gentleman in his late 50′s who actually bowed to her in the traditional way that Japanese people show respect to elders. He made room for her to get through the narrow area and bowed, making it easier for her to get through. I wanted to let him know that I don’t deserve his respect either but I went along with it since it would have been rather difficult to let him know that I was not who he thought I was.