A hundred years ago today Brother was born. I think he looks pretty good for someone of his advanced years.
One year I remember Brother's birthday was on Thanksgiving. His birthday cake had a big sugar turkey on it. Little did I know that the turkey was not so much for Thanksgiving but in recognition of his being, well, a turkey.
Brother spends his time in Wamego making everyone laugh. He doesn't let the facts get in the way of a good story - - that must be where I get it. His memory is flawless unless you care about accuracy, which no one in our family does.
In all honestly, he is the smartest human being I've ever met and most certainly the hardest worker.
Things I want to remember to mention at his funeral:
*the time he pushed me off of Pawnee Rock and I hurt my ankle. Yes, I was in the first grade, but traumatic events tend to stay with a person.
*the fact that he NEVER let my dad forget about the time I got his (Dad's) car stuck in the dry river bed of the Arkansas River. My dad had never been that mad and never would be again. And good old Brother kept the fire stoked.
*all the trips he has planned - and executed - with Baby and me: England, Scotland, Belguim, Chicago, St. Louis. He's full of travel tips as well; like if you fart in an airplane, no one will hear you.
Words to live by.
