The Boyhood of my Brothers
A list of commonly said things in my family’s home includes the phrase “Bang. You’re dead.” I think I’ve had a gunfight (in the old Western six-shooter stand off, O.K. Corral fashion) everyday since I’ve been home.
Today one of my five little brothers—the 7-year-old—wanted to sit in the back of the station wagon I was driving so he could be the “tail-gunner.”
I don’t think I knew about tail-gunners when I was 7.