Joe often got under my skin in the worst way when we were growing up. There were tender moments between us, for sure, but I’d only need the fingers on one hand to count those. One vivid memory from childhood that still lives on to this day is when I stole my brother’s beloved pocket … Continue reading Pocket Combs and Corduroys
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