I was working temp at JFK's First Class ticket counter in the mid-90s when the twins stepped up to check in. They were both identically dressed in immaculate red suits and pillbox hats. I greeted them with "I used to love seeing you every week at Sunday concerts at Stern Grove (San Francisco)." They both clasped my hands and called me Sweetie and Dear.
They were on their way back from the UK where they'd filmed a commercial for Virgin Airways' new service to San Francisco.
The last time I saw them was probably close to 10 years ago, walking up Powell Street in matching fur coats (and, of course, hats). My friend and I said "Good evening, ladies!" and they responded cheerfully in kind.
San Francisco legends, never to be replaced. And very nice, kind women.