This is the fifth post in the series of family stories I’m writing. This time, I’m going to tell a couple of stories about my brother Kevin. Kevin is currently living in Korea with his wife Pat and his five-year-old son Paul. Kevin was also a Marine (he and Kara signed up the same summer, and they were at Paris Island at the same time.)
Kevin was fairly quiet as a child, with a very quiet, “perfect straight man” sort of sense of humor. As a result, I think he got picked on a lot by us older kids. (Russell was picked on even more; later about that when I write about him.) I spent a lot of time with Kevin and Russell, and so a lot of my stories about one of them also involves the other.
Super Kevin!
I’ve always felt a special bond to Kevin. The two of us have a lot in common, including an enjoyment of science fiction, the natural world, and a peculiar sense of humor. People often tell me that Kevin is the sibling who looks the most like me.
I babysat Kevin and Russell a lot when they were young. I used to bribe them to brush their teeth and go to bed by giving them little baggies filled with dry cat food. I don’t really know why they liked that stuff. They also enjoyed uncooked spaghetti with soy sauce on it.
(Hey Kevin, should I insert the Zippers wedding story here?)
In high school, I drove Kevin and Russell around in our dad’s station wagon fairly often. The little street leading up to our house had a 25mph speed limit, and I’d drive even slower than that (maybe 7mph) and make “VROOM!!! VROOOM!!” sounds like we were going 120. We’d all end up giggling like crazy. Another time, I did just the opposite when Kevin and Russell weren’t behaving (and I guess I must have been in a foul mood). I sped up to probably 80mph on the windy, hilly road leading to our town, and it scared the poor boys so much that they sat quietly in the car for the rest of the ride.
When I was in my freshman year of college, Kevin and Russell came to stay with me in the dorms. There wasn’t too much to do there, so they got in the elevator, and pressed the buttons for all 10 floors repeatedly, and kept riding up and down, making everyone else stop at every floor, whether they wanted to or not.
When I was in grad school, Kevin came up to visit me in Rhode Island. All I remember was Kevin being greatly amused as I chased my cat Forest around the house with a pair of scissors, trying to cut the fur off of her backside. (Side note: Kevin named Forest and gave her to me the previous year.)
Me with my LITTLE BROTHER Kevin
Before Kevin and his family moved to Korea, I visited them at their home in San Diego. We took Paul to the San Diego Zoo, and I don’t think Paul was too impressed by the zoo until we got to the birds.
Kevin and Paul at the San Diego Zoo.
Question of the Day (for my family): Any Kevin stories to add? I know there are some great funny ones out there.
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That must be my most famous embarrassing picture. If the bag wasn’t suppose to be worn, then why did it have a big Superman S on it?