Day Sixteen

So, we left our fine hosts in the Eastern Townships and moved on to our most-oft-visited hosts, Brother Joe and his fine wife, Miss Betsy.

It was, in fact, a special day for my brother. Although he doesn’t much like the focus, it was impossible for us to drive by the bridge to the USA without stopping in and sharing a glass of grappa on his birthday.
Where would any of us be without his constant questioning the current wisdom, without his challenging our beliefs and making us explain them to him and ourselves, without his gracious good nature and his most giving heart, without his strong sense of family and inclusion, without his deep, unbending affection for us all? Where would I be? Lost.

‘Love you, brother.