So, anyways, I was looking at a small clip of one of them... I think it was in Iowa, whatever, but it reminded me of a photo my brother sent me....
We shared a bedroom when we were kids. He grew very rapidly. Ended up 6'8". Means I could not pick on him much. I remember being pissed off when Mom would try to get me to wear his hand me down clothes, they wouldn't fit and as I never got over 6', it was kind of humiliating.
He called me this morning. Wished me a 'happy valentines day.'
He is that kind of guy.
I love him, too.