Today I surpass my brother in age. He was 32 years 1 month and 2 weeks old when he left this dimension. I’ve anticipated this day, as his younger brother. It’s a strange passage but it feels like a day worth time stamping, at least for myself. I love you Weston, my big bro, regardless of age. Here’s Weston in 1st grade, 1992, somehow behaving precisely the way you’d expect 1st grade Weston to behave.