But there were good times, too. Once he saved me from a near drowning in a hotel swimming pool somewhere in Colorado. And once he stood up for me when a certain boy cousin locked me in a closet. But it wasn’t until we were adults that there were truly good times. Now I’m happy to say that one of my best and dearest friends I also call my big brother. He gives advice when I ask and he always seems to know the right things to say. He has good taste in music and beer. He makes me laugh and he is a good listener. And, I’m happy to report, he’s not sat on me in more than 30 years.