After Uncle Vern died, I went to see my brother Mike as they were extremely close. As I'm talking to Mike at the Mooseclub with all of his great stories, I spot the opening for a cliche. "Then he was like a second father to you?" The moment the words tumbled from my mouth, I knew they couldn't be true. "Au Contraire, like a big brother." Absolutely no need for a surrogate father when William T., farmer-fighter, held the reins.
Ah, this font didn't show yesterday when I left a comment from my iPod Touch...it also appears the comment didn't stick. Just as well, I was lamenting my only child status... :)
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