Letting Jesse drive my XR*
“I like it a little sweet in the morning,” Jesse explains of the creamer he’s adding to his already flavored coffee, a note of indignation in his voice.
Jesse is our youngest brother, the only one who I can remember being born. He’s always been the happy-go-lucky, sometimes-troublemaker, an inch shorter than the rest of us, ever our baby brother. If the rest of us are quiet he is egging us on, doing little impressions, keeping us laughing.
* Photo by my parents around 1990