It's A Story Of A Bro Named Johnny

Oh, my. Would you look at these two young siblings, smiling away before the orthodontist got a hold of our teeth? Just take a moment and feel the joy, the love, the silliness John and the SJG have been sharing for quite some time now. It started early, the hilarity, the camaraderie, the sense of "we're in this thing together." No matter the occasional tiffs, the challenges of growing up, the inherent struggles of our particular meschugganah family dynamic, the whole adventure of getting older... and older, the loss of our mother to cancer, the loss of our father many years later, we've faced it and moved on. Throughout it all, we've never stopped cracking each other up, never stopped sharing our victories and flops. The love and support and empathy can get you through anything. Trust me on this. So, I ask you, has there ever been a brother and a sister who adored each other so supremely? Maybe. Probably. But for our purposes today, these two on the sofa, situated in the living room of our first home high above the hills of Beverly, win the prize.

Happy birthday, Big Johnny. Close your eyes, make a wish. Here's hoping it comes true. Kina hora, poo poo poo.