Singer, Song Writer, Guitar Player Extraordinaire, Friend, Board Game Opponent, Brand New Blog Community Member, Uncle, Son, Brother…

I love him so very much.

He is my brother and my friend.

My favorite memory is being allowed to ride our bicycles down to our secret fort across the stream.

We would ride past Haggard Farm, past Harrington Elementary School,  over to the bike trail. Instead of turning left and following the path, we would climb over the wooden fence and turn right. We had a secret fort that consisted of a tree and a blue tarp on the other side of the stream and we would roll our pants up so that we would never get caught and wade over.

For years, I would go back to that tree and the tarp was still there.

Last time I went, they had extended the bike trail and the tarp was gone.

I was a little sad knowing that no more dynamic duos would be able to benefit from our fort creation skills.

But I smile thinking of those summer bike rides, the horses and sheep we would pass and the cold, cold water.

Back then, we never had deep, long discussions, but we had each other. He was always with me and I never was lonely growing up. He was my buddy.