Today is my brother Arthur’s birthday. He would have been
71. Unfortunately, he isn’t with us anymore. He died in a plane crash on
September 25, 1979. I miss him dearly, even after all these years. He and I
were not just brothers; we were good friends. I miss the good times we could
have had these past 35 years; I miss his great sense of humor. We used to play
the guitar together and sang the same songs. Singing them without him never
sounded the same anymore.
Here is a picture of us on the ship Arcadia in 1963 toasting to our future.
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| Herbert and Arthur (on the right) |
I will drink a glass of wine in his memory today.
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