Yesterday was my sister Evan's birthday. She is my oldest youngest sister. I’m actually kind of impressed that I nearly I remembered since I, myself, was so young when she was born. Of course, I must also concede she, was even younger at that time, and probably remembers it just fine, thank you.
When we were very small (with our heads at about the height that whacked dining room tables when you cut corners too closely as you ran around the house not that we ever did) I used to call her "Boss in charge of the Dog." I don't think I ever actually did that in front of the dog, or better phrased, dogs, as from her earliest age, she was (and has remained) an animal lover while I only liked (some of ) them at mealtime.
She has had more than her fair share of tumult and tears (as well as triumphs) in recent years and, as always, has a lot on her plate these days with enough wishes and worries, hopefully in equal number to allow her to sail through the holiday season and into the New Year. Where fingers crossed, even better days await.
Happy Birthday, Evan!
-bill kenny
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