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Have you met Pam?

A tale of two Pams.

This is my sister Pam. She is married (sorry fellas) and has two children.

We were homogonized as family at the age of 13 and were in the same grade. This made for an oil/water type relationship for most of our high school careers. I must say, having someone bringing age-appropriate girls into the house as a teenage boy made my life a little easier.

But back to the story. Oh, by the way, sorry about the photo. This is what you get when you yell, "Pam I have something for you" and then take her photo. So, we traveled in different circles and didn't see much of each other, especially if you count the neighbor and I conspiring not to bring her to school with us... (sorry about that too, but at the time it was darn funny)

Fast forward to today. I am amazed at how I expect to see the (we'll call her the old Pam, the girl that lived in the house with me) but meet the new Pam. I expect she'll bug me about giving her my share of the fuel money (we shared a car, but she did the books), but instead she is doing nice things for my kids.

So where am I going with this? Who knows. What I guess I am trying to say, it is nice to have a sister like her (despite my promises to never saying anything like that). My kids adore her even when they are puking on her (sorry about that too) and I think she'd do anything for her family. It is nice to see kids grow in to people.

I'll close with a story about a baseball. Pam played softball throughout high school. One day, all us kids decided to go play ball in the col-de-saq we lived on. I think my team was down one run, Pam was pitching and I was up. I smacked the heck out her weak pitch, and I take off for first.

The ball rockets to pams feet, then bounces on the hard asphalt up at her nose with blinding speed. I think screams ensued but I was running to hard to get to second by this point.

Pam falls like a sack of potatoes to the ground. I note this as I round third and head for home, just in case she is trying some sneaky play (and we needed the run to win).

So, I broke her nose. She spent what I am sure seemed like an eternity in some kind of mask that the boys and I made fun of for months. On the plus side, she did get some cocaine for the pain, so it was not a total loss, right?

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