Those of you who are regular readers of my ramblings know I have one sibling, only one — my good brother William. He’s almost four years older.
When we were little fellows, no one thought we looked alike at all — he was blessed with our mother’s Cherokee-based skin color, her dark brown eyes and he sported a head full of thick, coal-black hair, while I, on the other hand, resembled our father with a fair complexion, green eyes and somewhat thin, blond hair.