Family, Family

I love hearing my dad talk on the phone to my older brother Paul, the firstborn. Paul gave my parents hell when he was still under their roof, but now when Dad talks to him, he always gets this soft, open look on his face. He calls his almost-34-year-old son "hon," and usually signs off with "alright buddy." And I don't know, there's just something about it that makes me think about how Paul is dad's first kid, that first bundle of wonder. How essential emotions for a certain thing maybe never change.

And on another note, Paul has more credit card debt than I do. That makes me feel good. Of course, he has a ten year head start...

D'oh.