1982 Was a Good Year

Today’s my little brother’s birthday. My little brother is 24! That is just so weird to say, and it makes me feel old. It’s so great to see him living on his own in St. Louis, doing so well (yes, Mom, he pays all his bills and eats all by himself!), and growing into such a well-rounded young man (or “young lad,” as my Dad says). It amazes me how much he has matured from the little squirrelly, scrawny, swimmer dude who constantly pestered me, made fun of me, and eavesdropped on my phone calls. He has become someone I truly admire and respect, and he is one of my best friends. To top it off, he is the funniest person I know, and he has the ability to bring crowds to uncontrollable laughter—sometimes without even saying a word. With one quick contortion of his face or a silly little jig, he can have everyone in tears. He can also bring a crowded party to complete silence with his unbelievable guitar skills. On top of his comedic and musical brilliance, he is extremely generous, caring, loyal, honest, and forever-optimistic. He is hundreds of miles away and I miss him today on his birthday and every day! I love ya bro!
Happy birthday Johnny!!