I miss him. He always had those carpet burns on his forehead. That was my doing... I got peeing-my-pants fits of laughter when he did it. Seems like he always *happened* to get them right before picture day at school. Mere coincidence, I'll say. And no one can prove otherwise.

I've always thought of myself as a reserved, sensitive person. Outwardly, I appear that way. So looking back on these old photos leads me to believe that I did a certain amount of acting out when Nathan came along. I must have. I mean, look at me.

I calmed down at some point; Nathan has always been the wilder, more out-going of the two of us. And also got into FAR more trouble, I might add. He was probably up to something when this picture was taken. Probably trying to figure out how he was going to weasel MY Christmas candy out of me after he snarfed all his on the 26th.

Nathan and his girlfriend, Renee. They live in Missoula, Montana now. (Nathan... Not that anyone asked, but I like Renee a lot, and she is good for you.) I hope that she's around for a LONG time. Hi, Renee!

See the family resemblance? Nathan is going to be the proverbial cool uncle. "Hey, Uncle Nate, can I bum a smoke?" Nathan, I'm saying this right now, you better keep 'em for yourself. We're not too old to rassle.

But I do love you, honest.




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