February 7, 2013

• Mark Breaks Everything

  The other day, Chris and I were swapping childhood stories and I told him about my oldest brother, Mark.  He meant well, but he was a bull in a china shop.  He was the kind of brother who would tackle you when you were playing touch football and then would sit on your tricycle and break it.  Nothing was safe in our house. 

  My father took him to the Superbowl and we were all thinking the same thing when all the lights went out. 

  

  He breaks everything.

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