
My two sons (picture I took in 1978) grew up as two opposites; the one always excited and willing to try anything, with a sense of where and how he was most of the time - the other always excited but more careful and moderate. One making movies as soon as the VHS recorder was invented - the other playing a single snare drum in an open field. One spending the night on top of the Deer Isle bridge towers - the other spending the night in an abandoned house in DI village.
They argued and fought all the time (just like my brother and I - must be "gene proximity"), but there was never any doubt in my mind that they loved one another. Now, with one very dependent on his parents and living at home - and the other working for Apple and calling once every few weeks, they are still as different as can be. I love you, boys!
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