Today is my older brother’s 45th birthday. Which means I’m precariously close to the same age! Dave’s off in SC raising a family of his own now (and doing a mighty fine job!). But when we were kids I was his little shadow, ready to go anywhere he went and do anything he did.
Have I mentioned I broke my arm three times and nearly drowned once? Ah well, those were still the good ole days rambling around on the family farm!
Happy birthday, David. I love you forty years better!