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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
How Cute is My Brother ...
So, a few years ago, amidst her menopausal segue, my mother turned to framing childhood artifacts, in addition to her solace found in the death chords of metallica. This is one of my favorites, written by my brother Garrett. It hangs in my parents' hallway next to the bathroom door.
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God, that is awesome! See she misses bowling balls being thrown down the hallway, iron burns on the linoleum, and all the blinking signs and stolen neighborhood artifacts we used to flood your house with.
I like to think that things don't change. I truly believe that whenever Garrett and Anthony get together, they still throw things at construction workers.
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