Today is my brother Mike’s birthday, he is awesome in evey way. The photo above was taken about two years ago, the last time the three of us were together. While my brother was cooking dinner I mentioned to him that I thought that dad was mellowing as he was getting older. My brother disagreed, explaining that before I had arrived for dinner the two of them had been in a bar fight.
When I was around six years old and my brother was four we’d get up before dawn on Saturday mornings and watch the test pattern on the TV in our footie pajamas until cartoons came on. We called the test pattern the Boo Show because we’d try to replicate the tone by standing in front of the TV saying Booooooo! until we couldn’t breathe. Eventually Davey and Goliath would come on and by that time we’d be be hungry from all the Boooooooooing we had been doing so we’d eat what we considered a healthy breakfast of a stick of butter with ketchup. In retrospect, that was pretty gross. Luckily we stopped doing this shortly afterward.
When I still lived in New York my brother once showed up from out of state unexpectedly and said:
Long time no see, I got a court date so I’m in town for a few days.
-OK, well what do you want to do?
Lets go get some drinks.
-It’s 10 am.
I know, we’re getting a late start.
We spent most of that day drinking gin and tonics with a break for tequila mixed with Tabasco sauce. At the end of the day I laid down in my car to sleep it off and he said “see you later”. Later didn’t happen for nine years but when I saw him again he said:
Remember getting up to watch the Boo Show and Davey and Goliath?
– Yes, you got any butter?
Yeah but not the right pajamas.
Happy Birthday Mike, I’ll see you soon.