In some ways, you could probably say that my brother got the short end of the stick.
He was number six of nine children, and the only boy.
I'm sure you can imagine the drama.
But my brother is an interesting guy. He's smart as a whip and can tell a story better than any one else in the world.
He's always had a love of animals; reptiles in particular. (In his spare time he breeds rare snakes.)
Starting when Michael was 11 or 12 my Mom would drop him off in the woods (on a friend's land) and let him camp during the weekend. He'd often come back with stories and one time came back with a baby owl. He and his friends raised it and kept it in our backyard until one day it just flew away.
There are so many more stories, I'll save those for the book i'll write someday...
But I just wanted to write this post because Michael is a kind soul. And I'm grateful for our weekly chats. And I just wanted to say that.
Happy Tuesday, everyone.
