above: Steve’s 11th birthday in 1969 (with me as 2-year-old); below: Steve’s 50th birthday w/me and Lucy on Thursday
Today’s blog will be a shout-out and General Appreciation thread for my brother Steve, who turned 50 over the weekend and decided to spend it with us here in Venice. I should mention that Steve not only told me to start blogging in the year 2000, but he maintains this site despite having an 18-hour-day job as one of the code geniuses at über-hip dot-com Digg.
I’ll also mention that he got me those water-pressure rockets for my ninth birthday – the kind you fill with water from the hose, pump it until it hurts, then shoot it into the air. We had all three rockets, and they lasted about twenty minutes until all three landed in the rain gutter on the very top of our neighbor’s house. But it was a kick-ass twenty minutes.
And finally, I’ll mention that Steve is one of Lucy’s favorite people in the world, and every time he visits (or even told that he might visit), she glows with excitement. Yesterday, I walked into her room, and what were they doing? Yep, typing the ISBN number of her books into Google and seeing the book appear on the screen. That’s the thing about Steve – we always accused him of having a gruff demeanor and a well-curated pessimism, but as long as I’ve been alive, he’s always known just what a kid wants.