My brother Steve, 4 years older than I, was the absolutely most wonderful brother and best friend anyone could ever wish for. When he was little our parents called him, "sunshine boy." As an adult he often "bitched" about political and social injustices, but still somehow with that ray of light to it. I think of him and miss him every day since he died in 2017. I am ever grateful for his presence in and effect on my life.
I met Steve in the elevator of my apartment building on 75 street and 2nd ave. He asked me to go with him to the beach. It was my first visit to Brooklyn and to Conney Island. I was astonished. We went dancing many times and then we kissed. But one day he said to me, I have two guys who would really like you. One is a doctor. One is a lawyer. I chose "lawyer." And the rest is history. The wedding was in Panama. Steve, our best man. By then he had grown a full and curly beard. Red. My guardian wrote to me in New York, tell your friend Steve to shave and to wear socks. The military government in Panama is grabbing hippies and shaving their hair. Every time we meet now, Steve apologizes for the introduction. My husband and I are married 54 years.
My brother Steve, 4 years older than I, was the absolutely most wonderful brother and best friend anyone could ever wish for. When he was little our parents called him, "sunshine boy." As an adult he often "bitched" about political and social injustices, but still somehow with that ray of light to it. I think of him and miss him every day since he died in 2017. I am ever grateful for his presence in and effect on my life.
Time for Ellen stories?
Just as I was reading this Steve Story, a woman on the bus passed wearing a pin that said "Esther." What if we send you Esther stories?
I met Steve in the elevator of my apartment building on 75 street and 2nd ave. He asked me to go with him to the beach. It was my first visit to Brooklyn and to Conney Island. I was astonished. We went dancing many times and then we kissed. But one day he said to me, I have two guys who would really like you. One is a doctor. One is a lawyer. I chose "lawyer." And the rest is history. The wedding was in Panama. Steve, our best man. By then he had grown a full and curly beard. Red. My guardian wrote to me in New York, tell your friend Steve to shave and to wear socks. The military government in Panama is grabbing hippies and shaving their hair. Every time we meet now, Steve apologizes for the introduction. My husband and I are married 54 years.