I am told that it is National Siblings Day, though who puts together this calendar of daily can’t-miss events I will never know.
And so here we are, all five of us in the same frame, and I cannot tell you how rare that was.
I think the dial had just flipped over to 1980, but we are rocking the shades of 70s brown, even Dad. And that tab collar my brother is wearing. It is a work of art.
Home, Robert Frost said, is the place where when you have to go there, they have to let you in. Perhaps siblings are the people who, when you have to call them, have to pick up the phone.
And if you’re lucky, most of the time they even want to.