Joe is my brother. He’s not much on blogging, but he’s terrific at outdoor photography, even if he doesn’t think so.
Give him some camouflage clothing, snake boots, a fishing pole, and he’s in Paradise. I’d rather have a book, some knitting needles and yarn, and maybe some chocolate, if you have it. In air conditioning, please.
Oddly, we are close.
Our mother would have wanted me to say that he was an Eagle Scout and is thrifty, brave, and kind. All of that and more….
BroJoe is 50 now and that is as amazing to me as it is to him. When he reminded me that he had reached that milestone, he shook his head, smiled, and said, “Damn!” Since I was in high school when he was BORN, let’s move on to something else.
He’s one of a kind and pretty darned special, my BroJoe.
BroJoe makes that look easy.
He e-mails me some of the photographs he takes and I can’t keep them to myself any longer. Could you? Here’s a sampling:
See what I mean? BroJoe’s world is pretty unique.
Come back often.
To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega