My big brother Bill was shorter than me but always larger than life. He had a little man's big man swagger. And he was my hero.
I wish I could have walked like him. My big brother Bill showed me courage and valor and what the fuck. He taught me Bob Dylan lyrics and rugby football songs And he looked nothing like me. He was all that. I was all that other that. He looked like Dougie. I looked like my sisters. You'd never know we were brothers.,
Well maybe just a little bit.
This is a picture of Billy and me after a rugby match in the natural bowl of a field near Lehigh University. I am maybe 25. He is maybe 33. I am the referree based upon the evidence of the whistle around my neck. Billy is the (winning?/losing?) scrum half in a Whitemarsh jersey as we walk off the pitch wrong footed and yet perfectly in synch. My sister Jan gave me this picture at the birthday party last Saturday night, a gift from Bill's widow Maureen.
I still don't see the resemblance.
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