I tease about his being a redneck Oregonian. He’s far less liberal than I am. We disagree on guns, whether California or Oregon is God’s state…all sorts of things. He’s a rugged guy; I’m a not-so-rugged gal. But we grew up sharing camping, fishing, loving Nature, trying to understand our parents, protecting each other, helping with the annual Christmas program for the needy at the Salvation Army (good Catholics that we were), and trying to avoid doing chores at the family bakery. The five years between us has always made a difference, but not really.
Don and I are miles apart and communicate via email more often than by phone. We very seldom see each other. I’m amazed at how close I feel to him.
Anyway, big brother–a very happy 73rd birthday to you. With love from your little sister.
