So it’s 9/11 (at least, it is as I’m starting this) and I made a commitment to blog every day and people always want to talk about 9/11 on 9/11, right? Well, I don’t. Although I will pass along this link to Harry Kalas’ speech before the first game the Phillies played after 9/11 because it’s HK and I miss him and it made me cry.
If I don’t want to talk about 9/11 then I have nothing to blog about, right? Well, no. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but today also happens to be my brother’s birthday. Hell, for the first 19 years of his life today was just my brother’s birthday; it had no other meaning. And today is a big one since it’s his 30th birthday.
I’ve always loved that picture. And looking at it now only strengthens my belief that my oldest little cousin (my cousin’s daughter) looks a hell of a lot like me.
As you may be able to tell from that picture, we were always pretty close growing up. I don’t ever remember us having huge fights the way some of our cousins did (they were three sisters and the fights were not fun to watch – I think I have always hated conflict). It’s a really good thing that we got along, actually, since we were often each other’s only option for a playmate. Oddly enough, living in the middle of 14 acres of trees is not conducive to having many neighbors.
Yeah, so, happy birthday to my favorite little brother! Love ya, kid!