RAIN DROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD

After 50 years, my brother’s straight-faced sense of humor still evokes laughter. In my mind's eye there was Stu, the third of my three older brothers approaching the car while protected from the pounding rain by a large black umbrella. Toting a second closed umbrella to hand me, he tried coaxing me out of the 1963 blue Dodge Dart by semi-singing a line from “Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head.”

The lag was because I was sitting in the car with Arnee, my date, now my husband. We weren’t quite ready to part. He was driving his mother’s car, which must have been about ten years old.

Wishing my big brother Stu a happy 72nd birthday today, and an even better year ahead, with no rain on his parade. Amen. Stu, keep me laughing.

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The 18-part series about my family from Chudnov, Ukraine, will resume next week and continue with parts six through 11 posted on consecutive Tuesdays. Stay tuned for Here We Go Again on May 17, 2022, and continue to follow the series every Tuesday through June 21, 2022.

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