To most of the world, his name is Jim or James but I’m figuring there are at least four of us left who still call him Jamie—me, my son and daughter and ex-wife.
I met my ex-wife through Jamie. In the late 70’s, they worked together in an office building in downtown Cincinnati. Jamie fixed us up on a blind date.
He lives in Florida now and comes up here about every year usually in May. He’s three years younger than I am.
It was nice to actually see Jamie this year. On his last visit, my eyesight was turning to shit. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had cataracts. That issue has been resolved and while it’s great to have my eyesight back, I can see every line in Jamie’s face. He can see every line in my face too. We’re both in our fifties now but that will change in a couple years when I turn 60.
On Monday night, we had dinner at Buckhead Mountain Grill in Bellevue, Kentucky. The restaurant has a great view of the Ohio River. Joining us was my daughter and her boyfriend and my son. My daughter took the photo of me and my brother, took the picture with her cell phone. I’ll never get used to phones taking pictures.
The Reds were playing while we all had our dinner. Who they were playing, I don’t know—but the Reds got some homeruns. We could hear the fireworks going off while we ate.
Jamie and I are both diabetics. When my son and daughter and her boyfriend weren’t paying attention to us, Jamie and I talked about being diabetics. We both agreed we never actually feel that well. It’s just something we live with.
After dinner, we all sat at the table and Jamie and I started talking about our strange relatives. Most are gone now, so I’m assuming their ears weren’t burning.
While we had a nice, long relaxing dinner, the time went by too quickly. The older I get, the more family ties become important to me. I’m glad my daughter took pictures after we had our dinner. I want to remember that dinner we had at Buckhead’s and the good time we had.
Jamie will be heading back to Florida on Saturday. I’m thinking maybe I can see him again on Thursday and that’s why I won’t be writing another post here until Friday. This blog can wait. Seeing my brother again can’t.
(Photo taken by my daughter but I already told you that)