FG is one of four brothers- bang!bang!bang!bang!- born in four years. He’s the baby at 52 next month, then there’s Calvin and Jon and at the top, Bill who is 56. FG is a consulting psychologist in sports and leisure intelligence; his guy friends think this is a very cool job because he goes to August Busch’s cigar parties, the Super Bowl and every other sporting event on the planet. Bud, of the Bud and Jan show, blames FG for what went wrong with hockey. The two middle brothers are both lawyers and they are not without their quirks. They’re also pretty cool guys. One of them practices special education advocacy law, which doesn’t pay squat, but has it’s own rewards. The other one teaches at Concordia University, which doesn’t pay squat, but has it’s own rewards. They both have neat wives and children.
Jon calls me girlfriend and I started calling him that, too, after I saw him in a 30 year old baby print flannel nightgown a couple months ago. Apparently he asked his mom to make him a nightshirt in the 70s and she found some old material left from sewing for the boys when they were tots. She’s gone now. He calls it a nightshirt but I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a nightgown. He wears it on special occasions and their father’s internment at Arlington a while back was one of those so there, in the hotel room, wandering around with a beer in hand, was Jon in his nightgown. I’m trying to get a picture for you.
Bill, the oldest, is a soldier. He was in for 30 years and retired as a Lt. Colonel about a year ago. He went home to his wife and sons in California. Three months later he got called back.
56 is not a good age to be dealing with sand fleas or the sand flea repellent that his uniforms are saturated with. It’s not a good age to be swallowing talcum powder fine sand. And it’s not a good age to wear 40 pounds of gear and go trooping around in very dangerous places. You can probably figure out that if you’ve been at it for 30 years and they call you back you have valuable skills that involve some risk.
We’re pretty much a peace loving, open minded, good samaritan group; at least we try to be. When we all last met at Arlington (you can check out the photos I took in the side bar album) we said goodbye to Norman permanently and Bill until we see him again. We all worry about him a whole lot and talk about it very little. Sometimes humor is the only way to deal with tough stuff. The picture of FG going to work on his new bike had been going around the family and I guess Calvin got a mid-life cycle, too. So Jon sent us this: HERE’S A PICTURE I JUST RECEIVED OF BILL ON HIS WAY TO WORK
(I haven’t given you much to go on in terms of how I feel about this but I would welcome a discussion.)