My brother Bob has always been the good son. Well, all my brothers (including John, r.i.p.) are good, but Bob has been exceptional. Not only has he always opened his heart and house to visiting relatives, particularly our parents, and sent a sweet, grade-school type valentine to his only sister, but he has rarely missed the Memorial Day program at Fort Snelling, where both Mom and Dad (a WWI veteran) are buried in the national cemetery. Of course, he has lived in the same house in a Minneapolis suburb for something like 50 years! Lest you not think that's any big deal, tell me one relative of yours who has had the SAME ADDRESS and SAME PHONE NUMBER for the past 50 years! Those of you who send Christmas cards will know what a blessing it is to always be able to remember someone's address.
Anyway, thanks, Bob....May you be the first in the family to reach 100!! Hee hee....you're lots closer to that than I am!!