I have a bit of a vindictive streak in me that is owed, in part, to the fact that I have an older brother and am nearly a full foot shorter than he is.
My brother Dan is an imposing person. He is 6-foot-2-inches tall, and as wide as a compact car. His head is completely shaven and most days he sports a rather sinister looking goatee.
In short, if he had some ink on his arms, he’d look like an extra on the show “Sons of Anarchy.”
And though he now has the demeanor of a kitten (most people call him Mr. Tibbles), it wasn’t always that way. We had some pretty good dust-ups when we were kids, and I can see a lot of my brother and me in my own sons...
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