When I was a young girl, one of my memories of my brother Charlie was his favorite color in clothing, which was the color black. I remember seeing him standing in front of me, everything was black from his cowboy hat down to his pants. The only thing which wasn’t black were his Snakeskin boots. (He had to save his money for a long time to get them.)

 But the real thing that stands out for me was his love for peanut butter and pickle sandwiches.When Charlie joined the army in the middle ’60’s, he was based in Korea after boot camp.  The poor guy had to leave his favorite treat behind as there was no peanut butter or Dill pickles in Korea. So when he came home after three years, he could not get enough of those sandwiches. For a long time, that’s ALL he ate! Little did I know that one day I also would acquire a taste for them. One day, while I was at work, one of my coworkers asked me, in a teasing whisper, “Anna-are you expecting?” Appalled, I replied strongly, “NOOO! I got the idea from my brother-and I bet nobody ever asked HIM if HE was expecting!!”