1966

Unless our parents post their entries, I'll probably be the earliest link to Floyd. We must have met on the day I came home from the hospital. Ask Floyd about how he used to blame the wood pulp factory (near our first home in Seattle) on me -- "baby make dirty?"! Or the time he kicked me out of the car on an early, cold, winter morning in high school. Don't worry -- I disowned him for a few weeks. Boy, did that show him a thing or two! Seriously, Floydee -- you're one of the best people a person could have for a brother. I love you.

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