Yesterday was the birthday of my little brother Phil. My even littler brother, Sam, wrote a nice essay about Phil. I remember the puppets, Frank and George. They had far more impact on my brothers than I ever did.
I sent Phil an email yesterday to wish him happy birthday and point out that he's getting old. He responded with the most concise and accurate description of aging that I have ever read: "It's weird being respected no matter what I do."