Thursday, December 3, 2009
Not the least of which is his ability to make barbecued ribs that are so tender and delicious, they make you want to cry.
But there is another thing about my youngest brother, the one I call Other Brother (as opposed to our shared sibling, Middle Brother) that was a cherished feature of his in the years that he lived just a couple clicks from my house in Oklahoma.
And that is his height.
And his willingness to help on virtually any project.
Because at six foot six inches, Other Brother just comes in pretty darn handy.
I miss living close to him for a number of reasons, not just that he comes in handy.
And it was great to have he and his family in for Thanksgiving.
And not just because he's handy.
Particularly because I have a Christmas tree that is rather, ah, ambitious.