Today I followed one of our work trucks from Davenport Road all the way to Guelph. It was only when we got to a stop sign on Crowsfoot that I saw that my brother was in the truck. He had most of his upper body out the window and was looking back, grinning and waving like an idiot. When we got to Guelph, I passed the truck to get on the Hanlon, and Josh hung out the window again, this time his two middle fingers waving madly about.
I love my brother.
