Tag: brother

Yeah, So

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.

Me and my brother baby circa December 1982

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!

Until tomorrow.

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