My earliest memory of anything in the world was when I was two years old; Dad told me that we were going to the hospital to get Mom and a brand new baby brother. Mom had been gone for a couple of days. I was extremely excited that all you had to do was go to a place called a hospital and buy a baby brother. From the moment that we picked Billy up and throughout our lives we remained especially close.
When Billy was two and I was four, we were very upset that we couldn’t go to school like Jim and Susan did. So Mom made us a picnic lunch and had me help Billy eat on the porch on Parrish Drive in Rockville all by ourselves sitting amongst the hydrangea bushes. I remember feeling so protective of Billy and so grown up at four years old.
This photo is from August 1966 on a sand dune in front of our ocean front cottage in Fenwick Island. Joe, Billy and Jim, we were the three Amigos’.
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