February 24, 1956

My big brother is celebrating his birthday this weekend.

Fifty-seven years old.

He looks good, doesn't he?

Since I didn't get a birthday card in the mail I've decided to post a letter to him here.

Dear Jim,

Thank you for being such a great brother. You are kind to me and give me good advice.

My kids think you're a pretty cool uncle and little Ezra will think that too, I'm sure.

If I had lots of money I'd buy you something really cool like a Maserati or a trip around the world!

Or if I lived in Minnesota I'd bake a delicious chocolate cake for you and help you eat it.

But, I'm on a tight budget and I'm down in Texas. So this letter will have to do.

Just know that I love you and I'm proud to say you're my big brother.

Happy birthday Jim.

I love you,

Mary