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Part 7 - Drum stick, bicycle, and brother

David my brother was born under a cloud it seems. If there were a choice of three roads to take, he would take a fourth road and fall in a ditch. To quote Yogi Berra, "If you see a fork in the road, take it." David would get in fights, have accidents, and spill all of his milk. If anything could go wrong, it would with him. It really does seem like he was challenging the universe and god and losing the challenge. Ok, so now you know my brother, so, this story will make a lot of sense.

In every family there seems to be very obvious parent/child bounding and in my family my brother and father were pretty much a duo and my mother and I were the same. My mother and brother have always been like oil and water. For some reason, he seems to be able to push all her buttons and make new buttons to push as time goes on.

My brother tended towards daredevil evil knievel type stuff and learned how to ride his bike at a much earlier age than I. I think he had one of those banana seat, curved handle bar partridge family Scooby Doo kind of bikes. It was the ultimate in coolness for sure. Where we lived there were two hills, Collinson and Maplewood Drives and both were very steep and curved around the neighborhood to meet at the bottom; Sort of the dead man's hills of New Monmouth, NJ. In fact a pseudo friend of mine fell off his makeshift skateboard and split his head wide open going down Maplewood (or was it Collinson?). Anyway, Dave was in rare form one day and was riding hell bent down one of the two hills (I can't remember which.) What my mom saw was a recipe for disaster. Not only was he riding his bike fast, but, was riding it with no hands and with a drum stick sticking straight out of his mouth. I am sure she had visions of him hitting a rock and losing control and the drumstick being driven straight out the back of his head. Mom's have wonderful imaginations, don't they? But, though she wanted to yell at him, she hesitated because she did not want to upset the precarious balance that David had achieved.

Once he stopped and removed the drumstick, my mom proceeded to beat his behind with it doing her best Gene Krupa, Sing, Sing, Sing! Here's where your mom wishes upon you a child just like you, so, she can smirk and achieve the ultimate in payback. David has two girls. Fat chance.