Today my little bro turns 30. I think that’s got to be the sure sign that I’m no spring chicken myself. I still remember the day Pete was born. And the world hasn’t been safe since… from his kindness, his wit, his humor, and his charm.
This entry won’t be as in-depth as last year’s brother birthday tribute, but suffice it to say that I’m super-psyched that Pete and his girl, Sierra, depart California tomorrow morning and begin their trek to New York, where they’ll be our neighbors just three hours to the south.
I seriously can’t wait to live in the same state as my bro once more. We will dominate. Love you, bro, and happy birthday!
