the cool kids

This might quite possibly be the only time ever that I was one of the cool kids.

…the cool kids of the Borough of Ben Avon, circa 1969.

I miss you, my brother. You’re supposed to be celebrating or regretting turning 54 years old today. But you’re not. Thirteen years now. Miss you, still.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

John Corey Whaley ~ When Things Come Back