I’ve been spending a lot of time with my youngest brother these days. Funny how that age ranking relationship disappears over time. He’s an expert mason and gets the best fancy brick (and fake brick) jobs in the city because of his reputation. We have a concrete block house so he has helped us out with repairs and a recent improvement and we always feel lucky for the time he has to spend with us.
It was the summer between my brother, Fran’s junior and senior year in high school when my parent’s had had enough. They asked if Peggi and I would take Fran for the summer and we said yes so they drove him out to Bloomington and dropped him off.
He got a part time maintenance job at Peddler’s, the woman’s clothing store that Steve Hoy’s sister ran. I was finishing concrete for a construction company and Peggi was working as a dental assistant. Dave Mahoney was working in the dorms and he lived down the street from us. We all spent a lot of time at the nearby quarries. We didn’t usually wear bathing suits but we did when my parents came back out to pick him up. My father took this photo. You can tell which one of us was more of a rebel rouser by the body language.
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