What can I tell about my dear brother, Tim?  Hmmm. Life with him was never boring!  In his kindergarten picture he has a scowl on his face.  Why? Because, "I lost my smile."  At dinner one night, as Dad was encouraging him to have more bean soup, he announced, "I'm full of beans!" (It's true, you are, Tim!)  And there was the day we were all gathered around the table and he literally fell sideways off his chair...in slow motion! Stories of his adventures would literally have us rolling on the floor as we reached our teens.  Some day he will need to share with everyone what happened to all the cheese balls from Hickory Farms at the mall. But one of the best memories I have of my brother is 'yard surfing' at the parents' house. One of us drove the golf cart over bumps and hills while the other stood on the back and struggled to maintain their balance. It's a wonder we have survived, but we sure had a good time.  I'm proud to call you brother, only wish we didn't live so far apart!  Love you, man!

Margaret