I emailed my oldest brother Paul the other day and asked him what he wants for his birthday dinner. His ideal dinner would be a grilled steak, baked potato with sour cream and chives, steamed broccoli, and a dark chocolate cake with ice cream. When I spoke to him later on the phone he asked me why I wanted to know, then asked if I was flying out to California to cook it for him. No, I won’t be doing that, but I’ll be there in spirit.
I found this fuzzy old picture of us and I bet he doesn’t even remember it. Judging from my hair and clothes, it must have been in the early to mid-’70’s. Around that time, Paul was an operator on a cable car in San Francisco.
Paul later became a firefighter/paramedic and held that position for many years, even helping to deliver a baby alongside the road at one point. He is now retired and living a happy life with his beautiful family, who I am guessing are busy making him his favorite dinner today.
Have a happy birthday, Paul. I’m glad mom is there with you too. Enjoy all the good food, and that new grill you got for a gift.
Thanks for always being such a great big brother.
Happy Birthday to your brother! Love my big brother, too! And so fun to see the pictures of you. Such a lovely lady, then and now. I remember wearing the ‘black go-go boots’ with the short skirts and the slick coats. What were they made out of, vinyl? But we looked cool!
Wonderful birthday tribute for Paul. You have great brothers. Much love.
EJ- I am guessing Paul doesn’t remember any of those old photos, especially the ones at the cable car!
Kim, I think those coats and boots were some kind of vinyl! We certainly loved that look, didn’t we? Such fun clothes back then. However, I’d skip having the clothes back if I can have my long hair and legs back again!