This is my brother. I think that takes care of all the warnings.
I told him I was taking his photo so he turned sideways to me. Brothers, what can you do with them? They never get done tormenting you. As soon as one torment is played out they dream of another one.
The only consolation I have is that his daughter looks like me and gives him the same expressions of aggravation that I have for years.
I wouldn’t trade him for the world. Well most days anyway.



