He’s my brother, and today is his birthday! Happy 52nd, David. Love, Joanna
Now, here’s a guy who can multi-task: resting on the couch, reading the paper, and making a large cat smell his armpit. That’s impressive.
I love the expression on Dave’s face in this picture. (That exasperated look is common to anyone who gets stuck sitting next to me.)
I love the faraway, youthful look on my face, juxtaposed with David’s: he looks like he’s impatiently waiting to go watch the news and catch the stock market report.
Actually, we were about to break into a campy version of “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair”.
Our dear friend Livvy-Piggy took this picture at UConn right about the time she and my brother were graduating. It was a sad time, and a giddy time.
If you’re starting to wonder why a tribute to my brother has so many pictures that include me in them….it’s well-founded. This one’s framed and hangs in my upstairs hallway. It was taken about ten years ago at my older niece’s bat mitzvah.
If you don’t count the plunger.
Happy birthday to my precious bro, with many happy, healthy returns.