In 1973, I was 14 and alot in the world was happening as you can imagine. My brother was 20 and mowing about 10 accounts. He was the service manager at a Cub Cadet Dealer in Ct and was my greatest hero. Everybody liked the guy and he was always having fun no matter what he was doing. He worked hard and played hard. He bought a new snowmobile (SKI DOO 399 TNT) and a Harley both in cash. He didn't like credit..at all! If memory serves, he probably worked 12 hours a day all year round always finding extra work along with his full time job. In mid June, it was a Wed I think, I noticed a State Cruiser pull into or driveway. The trooper and My Uncle who lived next store informed me and my mom that my brother was killed on his motercycle. Two weeks later my Dad died of a stroke. Some say the news of my brother probably contributed to it more than anything else. The pain never seems to go away but I have fond memories of his "New" 1969 Chevy P/U with his Cadet in the back and two large 2X10's sticking out over the tailgate. And, just so that I could always know that it was him, he had the only small block in the nieghborhood with a pair of Hooker Headers! His best friend has restored the pick-up to near perfect condition and once in a while I take a road trip to see it. All of the contents in the glove box are the same as it was 30 years ago. I have worked alot of jobs over the years and it's strange. Here I am, Mowing lawns. I probably am a little more picky than I have to be, but I always think he's watching.