When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Thursday, December 3, 2009


I have a “little” brother.  He will be 47 on Friday, and there is a short window between then and January 18, when I can tell everyone I’m only five years old then him, instead of six years older.

We had pretty separate lives growing up with that age difference, but I remember going home from college and encountering his friends.  I spent many summer days parked on a bench at the baseball field in Fairfield, Illinois, watching them play baseball on teams and in leagues.

One of Mike’s friends was Jeff Wise, and after all these years, the age differences have melted away as he has helped my brother and me cope with some pretty rotten situations the past year, so I wanted to spotlight Jeff here and say thank you.

I asked him the same questions I have put out there for everyone else so far, and these are Jeff’s answers:

1.  What was your most memorable moment? “My most memorable moments were the births of my children.  Those were such proud moments in my life.”

2.  What was your favorite activity as a kid?  (This should be no surprise to anyone who knows Jeff):  “Playing baseball in little league.  It was the Best of Times!”   

Tonight I raise a toast to someone who means an awful lot to me!  “Clink!”  Thanks for all you’ve done!

1 comment:

  1. I remember. Jeff was the best pitcher on the Airtex team.