My brother Randy came to town for Christmas.
We don't see too much of him so it was a great thing.
Today we capped off his visit with lunch at Market Street Grill.
Oysters for him, and none for us.
(We are not the adventurous type anymore).
It was a happy time.
I feel sad that we all get so caught up in our individual lives, we sometimes forget that before we were Labits, or Paynters, or Backus', we were the Brown kids.
We've got to do better at staying connected.
Love you Randy.
Til this summer....
