Welcome back (you know the rest.)

I have a brother. He is somewhere between 8 - 10 years old. The most I can tell you about him is that his name is James. I don't know anything about him, what he likes, what he doesn't like, who he likes, etc. I know that he knows he has a brother, and thinks it is neat to tell people that he has an older brother. We have never hung out or bonded, or anything that an older brother and younger brother do. Which is why I find myself lucky to have a brother in law that I actually like. I have tried in vain to corrupt him, but he is entirely too self respecting to allow me to do such. Anyhow, he has been councelling at summer camp somewhere above the Mason-Dixon line all summer, but he returned home today. Which means, I finally get to describe the gift I got him in Vegas. When I look at it, I can only think of the phrase, "Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick!" It has no pogo stick, but it does rest on a spring attached to a suction cup designed to sit firmly on the dashboard of a vehicle. From the looks of it, he liked receiving it as much as I enjoyed purchasing it. As vague as that statement may be, we were both pretty happy about it.

Anyhow, welcome home bro!

On another note, to one of the other four people who I think actually read my blog, you are in my thoughts and prayers, and I pray for your health. Generally I am not at a loss for words, but for some reason, that is about all I can get out.