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My brother Mark stopped by in LA and took this photo of Dante and her dad on Monday. I have five brothers, and one sister. I'm the oldest, and it's always made me relaxed around younger people, but somewhat uptight around anyone older.
I suppose I'm becoming more obsessed with aging. With time itself, and all that it means. I read more articles on longevity, health, maturity, gender, etc.
Mark, an opthalmologist, recently retired. That means all my siblings are officially seniors. And drawing on their Social Security. (Mine is next to nothing, seeing how I never have had a job for sixty years.) Mark is fifteen years younger than me. I remember the day he was born, and how my mother nearly died in the process. Seven kids was finally enough. Almost too much.
There are advantages to having a large family, but also many drawbacks. A struggling artist would do well to respect his limits. For me being a dad to one daughter was a wise move. Especially when she came with two half-sisters.
Back to work.
