Wedding Stuff

It’s me at one of my brother’s weddings. He had a few. Lucky guy. Periodically he would come and visit me for a few weeks while he got his life in order after he had some issues with one of his wives.. He wasn’t a bad guy. Actually, quite the contrary. It’s just after he got back from Vietnam things were never quite the same for him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been a corpsman. Maybe he should have studied accounting instead of medicine. Maybe he should have spent more time with marriage counselors and less time with Jack Daniels. Who knows… Significance? Family. Memories.