As I dare this bright light to outshine my intellect, I am reminded of a young boy’s passion to escape the horrible beatings my brother used to level upon me. I’m reminded of our famous fist battles that would ultimately end in my head smashing through something hard. Buried by so many years, those epic forays seem now like so much fog; just the reckless baying of troubled children. Where brothers once stood as foes, now we stand together, mostly.
All those years ago we learned to lock horns and wrestle and bite into the wee hours; but all things change. Today we strap on our convictions, staple our research to the biggest words in our vocabs, dawn our headset mics and dazzle our tongues over an hour of intense agreeing. Well sometimes we may differ, and when we do…it’s a bit more fun.