Today is "Brother and Sister Day." The very thought brings back lots of sweet memories and a few that are just weird. For example, on the first day of my senior year in high school, and the first day of freshman year for my oldest brother, dear Mrs. Davis, who had been my math teacher all through high school, and who really liked me, looked at me when I walked into her class that afternoon, shook her finger at me and said "That Cohrs boy who's a freshman, he's not related to you, is he?" I never learned exactly what he did, so early in the year, to earn her displeasure, but then I really didn't want to know. I did admit that he was my brother and she just shook her head.
And then there was my little brother, ten years younger than me. When I was home for the summer after my first year of teaching, he surprised me one morning with a little gift in my car. As I put my foot on the gas pedal, I felt something lumpy under my foot. I took a good look and realized that there was a dead snake wrapped around the pedal. I got out of that little old Corvair really fast. And then I went in search of the little culprit.
Sweet memories.
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