Bros and Sistas...

OK, we may all have them, but can we live with them? Yes, brothers and sisters.

Based on what I have blogged, it may be questioned if I lived with humanoid family members. Yes.

I have to say, that despite our childish normal activities ( hey, PINK BOX train derailments, acorn fights, rubber band fights, etc).. oh well, we got over WWI, WWII and Korea so I am OK with how I deal with my siblings.

I do have to say that through the years, we are really closer now than we were as kids. Though we don't talk that much, we know we are there for each other and that is what counts. I recall a time when a paper boy was "after" our dog and I went ballisistic when he had teased our dog. He was much bigger, but logic was not part of the equation. While getting a whooping in the front yard, my brothers blew out of the house (Springfield) and totally defended their little brother. Needless to say, the paperboy was never a threat again. Thanks. guys...

Lou is always there for support. She is always the ballast of feminine sense and why we are a family and she pulls the "boys" together. Thanks.