True to form, here's a couple pictures of us when we were growing up. Notice that these are both from our early life, sparing every reader of this blog the trauma of our awkward years. It's bad enough that we had to suffer through them.


As with most brothers, we're a bit of a study in contrasts. He's more classic rock - I'm cheesy pop music all the way. In high school, he discovered body building and became, as a friend of mine so succinctly put it "2x3 Dans." He's a dentist in Arizona - I'm a pharmacist in Iowa. But he's also a pharmacist, too! However, a couple years of working the graveyard shift in a very well known chain drug store caused him to apply to dental school (and has rendered him a twitching mess whenever he walks into said chain drug store.)
We haven't always seen eye to eye, but hey, he's my brother. Always has been, always will be.
Here's to you, Ryan! Hope you have many more. And I promise I'll make it to Arizona soon - I just have to figure out my finances!
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