My brother, the prodigal son, has come back to roost. Well, not really, but he at least acted like a man and called my parents to apologize for being a jerk. This is huge, and an answer to prayer, and will make the holidays so much better for our parents. I hope he can be more of a man and earn back our trust. The Air Force trusts him to be a test flight engineer, but I don't know that I'd trust him babysit. Then again, billion dollar jets don't need to have their diapers changed.
Tim, here's to hoping you fly east for Christmas.