J. C., the Cop, and Me
For the last few years of his life, my brother J. C. and I took summer vacations alone. We split the cost of rental cars equally, and we alternated paying for lodging. We each paid for our own meals.
J. C. was the last surviving son from my father’s first marriage, and I was the only son of Dad’s second marriage. Though there were several years’ difference in our ages,
J. C. said I was a good traveling companion, in great part because, like I would have a Greyhound bus, I “left the driving to [him].”
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