My youngest brother (who is 7 years younger than me) came home this weekend before spending part of the week in Boston for work.
He and his old high school friend, plus our other brother (one year younger than me) spent from 2:00 pm - 8:00 pm or so hanging out with our parents, watching golf and eating pizza from the local pizza place. I got a small pizza with anchovies and extra cheese, and it was glorious. There's just something about mom & pop pizza places that have been around for ages. The cheese is truly the star.
It was good to hang out with him for a few hours out of the blue like that, as he and his family live on the west coast. Fortunately he has a work reason (as well as the means) to travel out this way more than just once a year, so it's much easier to accept that he doesn't live 'just up the road' from me like our parents and other two siblings do (less than 30 minutes to all 3 other homes).
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