The Other (younger!) Elisson enjoys an afternoon amongst the vines of the North Fork of Long Island.
June 7, 2013 is customarily rendered 6-7-13 in the United States. And, look - 6 + 7 = 13! Isn’t that frickin’ remarkable?
OK, OK, it’s not all that big a deal. But it is a date of significance, for it is my brother’s very own Natal Anniversary. Fifty-seven years ago today, The Other Elisson made his first appearance at Lakeside Hospital - now long defunct - in Copiague, New York.
All these years later, I can still remember my mother, heavy with child, on her way out the door. At the time, I must have believed she had a choice in the boy-girl matter, for I asked that she bring me back a baby brother. Somewhat to my surprise, but certainly to my great joy, she obliged me.
Like all siblings, we’ve had our ups and downs. As kids in our Snot-Nose Years, our nearly four-year age difference meant that we alternated between ignoring each other, annoying each other, and just being brothers. But as an adult, I’ve seen my kid brother grow into a warm-hearted, thoughtful, conscientious man, a mensch in the real meaning of that venerable Yiddish term. I am very happy to be me, but in many ways I wish I were more like him.
Alas, I cannot be with The Other Elisson to celebrate, since we are in Philadelphia enjoying the festivities surrounding Elder Daughter’s graduation from