On this date, 18 June 1966, fifty years ago, I became a big brother. My little brother, Marcus Wren Dickson, was born. Since that time, he’s grown from a baby with a mohawk to a loving husband and father, a respected educator and researcher, a Base Ballist, and someone I am proud to have as my little brother.
There are far too many stories to tell about Marcus and the things we have done together. So, I’ll just leave it with the fact that I am proud of you and hope your second half-century is as good as the first. Happy Birthday! But, no matter how old we both get, I will always call you my little brother.
Wrenacres 
I notice that the blog entries end with my birthday. I guess when you’ve covered the most interesting story in the family, there’s just no where else to go…
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Or when you get busy buying a house and moving and all of that sort of thing…. I have a list of topics I want to add, but just haven’t got to it lately.
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