I love a good telling anecdote. Like this one.
Once when my brother Jimmy and I were standing in front of his house in Henderson, NV on a hot summer day, a big garbage truck rounded a corner and came into our view. Without staying a word, Jimmy slipped into his house and returned with a couple of Capri Suns. When the truck rolled past his house, Jimmy tossed each of the sanitation workers a drink. And then without missing a beat, he and I continued our conversation.
I've always thought this was a defining story about my youngest brother. He's so aware and so endlessly kind. He's also the funniest person I know, and he doesn't hold it against me that I used to make him wear a dress.
Happy birthday, Jimmy. Get crazy today.