My brother Russell is an auto mechanic living in Northern Virginia, working on Acuras. Many of my Russell stories are included in my post about my brother Kevin. The three of us hung out a lot until I left for college.
Russell is the fifth child in our family, and he is the youngest of the Dodges. Russell looked different than the rest of us Dodges. We all had dark blond hair, and he had pale blond hair and freckles. As a result, we used to tell Russell that he was an alien that mom and dad had adopted. Perhaps my other siblings remember more details of the alien adoption story.
Russell got an early start in learning to climb.
I got a chance to go out to West Virginia with Russell a couple of summers while he did some rappelling. I’ve gotta get my own harness and join him next time. (Although I’m more interested in climbing UP than rappelling DOWN…). I’m heading out to visit Virginia in a couple weeks, so maybe I can make it happen.
Russell rappelling down Castle Rock in West Virginia.
Question of the Day: Any Russell stories to add?
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The storm drains are the ones in the “new” housing development where “the trails” used to be.
I never got to go into the storm drains. You’ll have to take me on the grand tour next time we’re both in Hamilton, Kevin. Too bad there’s no Village Market for provisions now.
I remember one time Russell told us that he was getting a “hair cut-d-dut.” I guess he stuttered a bit, but the phrase “hair cut-d-dut” has stuck; I still use it all the time.
I remember in elementary school, Russell ask the barber for a “buzz cut” without knowing what it actually was.
Basically, the barber (Russell Ratcliff) shaved his head. The next day at school, Russell wouldn’t remove his hat. I saw him in the library and eventually, Mrs. Rogers got him to remove his hat by having other kids tell him that it looked good.
Russell and I, with a bunch of neighborhood kids used to crawl around in the storm drains. We would spend many, many hours down there. We’d get provisions from the Village Market.
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