Here's to you, little brother

So…Little brother is harassing me about getting something written for my blog. Here we goooo….I have so many memories about little brother[LB]. When we were kids, he used to give me all his banana baby food, I guess he didn’t like that flavor so I ate it for him. I remember sitting in the sun on the kitchen floor savoring every delicious bite. You gotta remember, this was the mid 60’s, so they were probably putting some good stuff in there…lots of sugar and yummy chemicals, none of that tasteless organic stuff. The baby food tasting happened around the same time Mum stepped on LB’s truck and broke it. Poor kid is still traumatized about that. Things that happen in your first year can scar you for life.
It may have explained later incidents, like the time LB threw me off the top bunk.
I wonder if he remembers fondly all those chicken butchering days and the rotting feathers and maggots that went with the process. And then there were the days we got to push Father's car to school and back, uphill both ways, 15 miles in driving ice and snow. Well, hopefully this blog update will satisfy LB.