My brother Ron as we grew up calling him. I remember him as a real nice brother. And some of the fights we had. Play fights. Like when Dad and Mom went out for Dinner and all of us kids were shooting ruber bands at each other, Terry, Diane and Bill were on one side of the room and Ron and I were on the other side. Then our parents came home someone yelled.,there home so all of us kids were scrambling to put the living room back like it was. And hurring up to pick up the rubber bands. Boy was that a sight..Dad and Mom came in and asked if everything was all right. I have apretty good idea that they knew what was going on. But never the lest. We had a blast.