He's always been very generous to the family. He WAS Santa growing up. He bought me my first bike--a yellow banana seat. He sent me a pair of Girbaud's --which you just had to have in Jr. High if you wanted to fit in.
He has a daughter 3 yrs. younger than me and every summer he would send me a plane ticket to join them. I have him to thank for many a fun adventure: skiing at Snowbird, river rafting the Colorado, Salmon fishing in the Puget Sound, hiking to glaciers on Mt. Ranier, Fine Dining atop the Seattle Spaceneedle, High Tea in Victoria, Canada, and sailing through the San Juan Islands.Robert: Here's a guy you can feel safe with. He was a Navy SEAL for 10 yrs. and a SEAL trainer after that. He is quiet and likes his privacy so he wouldn't be happy with me for mentioning the above. I only got this picture secretly--thanks to the 10x zoom feature on my camera.
Because of his military benefits we have him to thank for those glorious days of family reunions on the beach in Coronado--I think that must be Spanish for heaven on earth.
My favorite memory of him is when I was staying with my sister in VA. He drove up to spend a whole day with ME. He said he would take me anywhere I wanted to go and do anything, (I was about 14) WOW...anything? I chose to see the Holocaust Museum that had just opened in D.C. He didn't complain but I remember him saying that this is just one museum dedicated to one people who have suffered but there are things like that going on all over the world that people don't even know about. One time when my sister was complaining about being poor he retorted, "There are no poor people in America. Poverty is when you sell your children." If he weren't so private I'm sure he would have some stories to tell. He also has a great wife and family.
Dave: No one should have a brother 9 yrs older than them without a buffer in between. Swirlies, wedgies, noogies, I've had them all. If you don't know what any of those are you can count your lucky stars. How about being hung by my underwear over the banister and me screaming "put me down" and so he did and I went klunking down the stairs. Then there is the famous story of the mousetraps. Dave booby-trapped the bathroom with mousetraps then put me in it without any shoes, turned off the light, and shut the door. He loves to tell the story of how I howled for help then gave up and when it was silent, "ka-Ching!" went the first mousetrap.
I had short whispy barely there hair when I was little. One time on the bus a man said, "Hi Dave is this your little brother?" I was humiliated but to make it worse Dave said, "Yes, this is "Jim." and that's how he would introduce me to everyone.
Okay, so he has apologized for all those mean things and I've forgiven him and he's a lot better brother now. He is just newly out there in the world as an official Dr. of Podiatry. He hasn't "settled down" yet--meaning there is no wife with a house and picket fence. He is too busy traveling and having "fun." Several times a year he goes down to Mexico with a group of doctors and provides medical services to the needy. One of these days I would like to come along--if only to offer my meager services of Spanish translation.
So, you can see I was spoiled and persecuted all at the same time thanks to my brothers. Now TAG you're it. Sometime on some post I'd like to see what you'd say about your brothers...or sisters...