Thursday, May 24, 2012
My crazy brother always made sure we all had a good laugh. At the dinner table he always made jokes that would keep us from eating our food because we were laughing so much. Our poor mother would have to chase him to the bathroom where he would lock the door so she would not beat him with a broom just so we can finish eating our food and get ready for bed. As we got older, Rico and I would like to play soccer so one day we planned to run around the block a few times to get in shape for the next soccer game. He got this crazy idea that if we ate the half gallon of ice cream together it would give us more energy to run over two laps around the block. Well, we ran alright but to our surprise we were also puking our brains out all over the street. The laugh was on us. To make matters worse, we were afraid that mom would find out that we ate all the ice cream and get a beating when she got home from work, a double whammy. It was a miracle she never asked what happened to the ice cream. I think Rico made it to Heaven, last night throughout the whole night there was thundering and lightning. I guess Rico didn't want to take his licks like a man so Heavenly Father was chasing him all over creation. The good old days! Till we meet again, Rico.
Your brother,
Lorenzo
