In regards to yesterday's post. It occurs to me I left out a little detail. Not really relevant to the story but a nice little side note. My oldest brother is a fireman!



He's the fellow on the right and was not home the night of the Thanksgiving Flaming Pillow Incident. Robby is the oldest of the five of us and as a result he did his fare share of babysitting me. The pesky little sister. Instead of treating me like a parasite as most older brothers are wont to do, he was my hero. We'd listen to Elvis records while he built mini skyscrapers with Erector Sets and every once and a while he'd let me beat him at Stratego. He didn't even mind when I borrowed his Star Trek figures complete with transporter room set. Man I used to love spinning Uhura around in that thing.

Anyway, I don't really have a point. Except that I luvs my brudder.