Jonathan
I have two older brothers: Jason and Jonathan. This post is about the middle brother, Jon. I've talked about some of the abuse I suffered in my childhood. Most of that abuse — the longest-running and most profound — took place at the hands of Jon. The pictures directly above and below were taken in Florida many moons ago. My family would go to a condo owned by the company my father worked for during Christmas vacations. We did that many years with varying degrees of completeness. Sometimes Jason could join us, sometimes my grandma came. But it was always a bunch of white Nebraska folks (okay, Gramma wasn't from Nebraska) getting burned by the sun and eating a lot of key lime pie and seafood. Looking at these pictures, something is clear. I mean, besides the fact that at one point I changed which side I parted my hair. No, I mean the legacy of my relationship with my brother is not simple. It is as I would describe his behavior: bipolar. We were friends much of those ...