August 31, 2001

• Steve.

  
  

  Can I tell you about my brother, Steve?  He's not spectacular in the save-a-baby-from-a-burning-building way, but I think he's pretty special, all the same.  I'll probably do this in pieces, as I don't think I can fit Steve into one blog.  (He's 6'3", for Pete's sake.  He's BIG.)  This picture is of my grandmother holding her grandchildren.  My oldest brother Rick is on the far left, looking like he's plotting to steal the candy dish, just beyond the photographer, at the next available moment.  My cousins are in the middle.  I wasn't born yet (Steve is 3 years older than me).  There's steve, on the right -- with a clueless look of wonder on his face.  He's retained that eact look for most of his nearly 41 years (His birthday is Sept. 22, yay!).

  
  

  While Rick was mostly pure evil (he's a chemist and a Baptist preacher now, and the dad of Alex, the Red Cross Poster Child mentioned in previous blogs), Steve was/is sweetness and light.  Did I mention he's BIG?  Early on, he passed the elder Rick up size-wise.  My mother would buy "slim" sized pants for Rick, "huskies" for Steve.  She couldn't find a hat to go on his big ol' bowling ball-style head.  He's just been cute and round and without a clue forever.

  
  

  When we were kids, Rick would do things that would get a person in trouble with their parents.  Of course, he always denied wrongdoing, so my parents did the thing that was popular in the late 60's and early 70's -- "If one of you doesn't confess, you're all going to get a spanking."  Steve's answer to this was to confess to the crime, even though Rick did it.  He figured Rick would NEVER confess (true), so Steve was going to get a spanking either way... but if he confessed, he could at least save me, the little sister, a spanking.  Are you getting the idea of what kind of person he is?

  
  

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