Steve

I'm ready to come out of the closet. Steve and I love each other. As teenagers, we would never have used that word to describe our relationship, but that's what it has always been, love! Today, he is my brother-in-law, but we are probably closer than most brothers. Steve would do anything in this world for me and I would do the same for him. He knows things about me that I wish that he didn't know, but he is willing to accept me just the same.

We grew up together. He was as comfortable in my family home as I was (probably a bit more since he wasn't too worried about being punished for raiding the refrigerator just before dinner.) Just like real brothers, we had a bunch of disagreements and a couple of fights along the way. It was from Steve I learned that my strong desire to pop someone in the nose with my fist could often be abated by someone having an equal desire to pop me in the nose - and a 4 inch longer reach! This was a lesson that I learned the hard way, but didn't put to much good use in later years. Even though I was known as an exceptionally good looking , student-athlete, it was his tall, skinny old body that took him to All Conference recognition as an offensive lineman (of all things!) You've probably read about swimmers struggling to escape when trapped in a mass of seaweed. I felt the same when I had to practice against Steve with all those long arms and legs. Actually, it was probably more like a meatball trying to escape from a plate of spaghetti!

In the early days, Steve and I didn't put much value on higher education. We both took time off from work and study at someone else's expense. I enjoyed my vacation on campus at NC State while he took a mountain vacation at Appalachian State. Somehow, we both ended up in the Marine Corps and I'm pretty sure that it did both of us some good. It taught us a lot of things about ourselves and what we were capable of doing, with the proper motivation (a motivational form that I appreciate for the results, but not one I ever enjoyed for the technique.) The Marines trained me in Information Technology when it was in its infancy. A college degree wasn't required in those days to advance in the field. All you needed to be able to do was to wire panels, punch cards, and code COBOL programs like a mad man. Surprising no one, except maybe himself, Steve went into sales after the Corps and found that he was very, very good at it. I really believe that, given the opportunity, he could have sold halo polish in hell.

Just lately, I've come to recognize that I've failed him. While I am a loving Liberal, I've somehow allowed him to become a hard headed, right-wing Republican! I suspect that much of the fault can be laid to all the times he got hit in the head playing football! From this, you may rightly infer that we don't talk politics. We have agreed to disagree, which is pretty big on my part since I'm sure he is wrong. To borrow a quote from a Willie Nelson song, we just "talk about the good times we've had and all the good times to come."

Steve is a lot older than I am, a full seven months. I just don't know how much longer his advanced age will let him hold on to life on this earth. I do know this... whichever one of us kicks the bucket first will leave a huge void and ache in the other's heart. Oh well, I am convinced that being a Republican is not enough, in and of itself, to keep you out of heaven, so we will have each other to love for eternity (and I'll probably still be trying to figure out how to get inside of that extra four inch reach.)