As far from my August 24 birthdate as one could get on a calendar, my brother was born on this day 41 years ago. That means that, with the exception of my parents, I’m the person he has known longest in his life. As such, there is a bond between us that cannot be broken under any circumstances. We may fight or squabble, and it can get down and dirty sometimes, but brotherhood is more powerful than any of that nonsense, and the love between two brothers is something we have come to embrace after four decades of learning to be friends with each other.
We’ll head over to Amsterdam this afternoon for a family dinner in his honor – with the kids and all the trimmings. Hang onto your birthday hats.
Happy birthday, baby bro!
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