That’s my brother, Ron, in the middle. He’s my oldest brother, and it’s his birthday. He is a decade older and wiser than my 57. After all these years, I still claim him. Here, he’s flanked by me (and my cork rifle), and our brother, Rob. We’re on our front lawn, back when our house was a color I call 50’s-era pink. I’m assuming the pup there is new to the family and is the reason for the photo. I don’t know how it got the name, but the dog’s name really was Dumb Dumb—which is odd, because the word “dumb” was forbidden like a swear word in our house. That contradiction always puzzled me as a wee sprite.
TIE O’ THE DAY wishes you a swell birthday, Ronald!