Brothers
Perhaps I have mentioned my brothers in posts from the past, but I’ve never written a post specifically about them. My failure to write about them has not been intentional, nor is it out of some life long grudge. I still think about them every day, and often reminisce about the times we shared in our youth.
We haven’t all been together as a family in many years. To my parents credit, they raised three strong-minded and independent men. Our geography alone speaks to that independence. With one brother living in New York, another living in Los Angeles, and with me in Hawaii, I don’t think we could be much further away from each other and still be living in the States.
We don’t correspond with each other as much as we should. Instead, we all keep in touch with Mom & Dad, and then they pass the news and happenings along. It may seem a bit odd to the outsider, but it seems to work for us. Still, it’s always a nice surprise to hear from my brothers whenever they do get in touch.
The oldest brother lives in Los Angeles. He is some kind of bigshot at a company that repairs and maintains heavy-duty equipment, you know, like earth movers and stuff like that. It’s not surprising that he would be in such a field, since he always seemed to be elbow-deep into grease and oil. But I think his position is more on a teaching level now, flying around the country to seminars and getting perks like free World Series tickets from the Anaheim Angels. His only child is all grown-up now, and she is getting married next month.
The second oldest brother lives in New York. He served in the Army for a whole bunch of years, and during that time was fortunate to travel all around the world. He is currently enrolled at a university, and quickly approaching his degree. He is also the father of five kids of various ages. It’s not surprising that he would surround himself with children, since he always seemed to have a special knack with them.