My brother has a lot more stickers on his Blazer than I remember from years past. I think Brandy left the kids with her mother. I didn't see them while we were there. Most of the time we spent together we just talked about this, that and whatever else crossed our minds. At some point we posed for group shots.







There aren't that many pictures of the three of us. I think this is the only one of those where my clothing matches the fabric on the couch in the background so closely. Those leaves at the left end of the picture are on the peace lilly that one of his employers had sent to our father's funeral with their condolences.

  

Last year my brother had done a lot of volunteering with the Democrats. One thing he got out of it was a picture of him posing with Joe Biden. The closest thing to something like that which happened to me was back in '98 when I'd volunteered with Christina's campaign for Congress in California's 47th District. I'd spent about 47 seconds talking to Bill Richardson, who had been Secretary of Energy at the time. I gave him one of my father's Climate Change briefing books. About then they rushed me off the stage. At least my brother has a picture to prove that he met a bigwig. All I got out of the experience was yet another memory.