Friday, September 4, 2009
Happy Birthday To My Brother Gerald
In the mid-fifties he owned a 1939 four-cylinder Indian. How's that for cool? Then he had a 1947 salmon-colored Ford convertible. How's that for cool? When I was 14 or 15 he let me drive it on the highway north of town. I was smoking. I dropped my cigarette. Taking my eyes off the road I leaned left beside the steering wheel and reached to the floorboard to get it. When I straightened up I was in the ditch. The right fender was smashed into a telephone pole. Gerald didn't even get mad. He didn't think it was the end of the world. And just a couple weeks ago he considered buying me a new tire for my bike -- then he re-thought and decided I should be able to afford it myself. Happy birthday to a great brother!