Happy Birthday Danny

My brother is a man of 40 and I still call him Danny. Danny, the kid two years older than me that blew out my candles on my cake when I was too young to know the difference (do that now, and you know what will happen). Legend has it that my first words were, Danny Don't. Danny, the kid who played baseball, still see his baseball picture, on the Hawks, I think, green and white jersey,green baseball hat, his blonde hair long and kind of shaggy underneath. I remember playing with my brother Josh in the nooks and crannies of the foothills of Azusa while he played his little league games. Danny the Oldest. He is my older brother..and he will always be that just older guy that I always looked up to. He will always be the one who kind of paved the way. We watched Danny do a lot of things, and kind of knew he was the first for a reason. He had that kind of personality and spirit about him, anything is possible. Hey, Watch me Guys...not in words, but in actions.
He liked the Dodgers, Steve Garvey was his hero. Hey, I like the Dodgers too. He liked the Cars. I liked the Cars too, what a coincidence.. See a pattern? As an adult I can look back and really see that when he liked something, I wanted to be a part of his life and so hey,I liked it too. I remember the times when he included me in what he liked and still feel good when I think about it. Its his birthday today, and although some things change as we get older, some things don't. I'm happy that I have an older brother, with the same history and some of the same memories...Happy Birthday Danny..i hope this year brings all that you want to your doorstep.