1.
We recently
moved and now live about two miles away. Naturally, a move brings up a lot of
emotions due to all the actives associated with a sale/purchase of a new home. Our
kids have really only knew one house and we had some great memories at our old
home. Caroline asked “will Uncle Brian
know where we are?” We told her “of
course.” Well, we hired a cleaning crew
to come in the day after we moved. Susan
was doing a last minute inspection after they left. She was down in the basement and found a ten
dollar Hong Kong coin sitting out in the open.
This coin was missed by us and the cleaning crew after repeated attempts
to clean the basement. Yet, it was
there. Why is this interesting? Many of you will remember Brian used to go to
Hong Kong several times a year for his job in the toy industry. The coin was also dated “1995” – which is the
year Susan and I got married. Some will
say this is just a coincidence. We
believe it was a connection from Brian and him letting us know he is still with
us.
2. I was driving back from Cincinnati Airport and was
listening to the last seconds of the UD/St. Joseph’s game on WHIO. I said a
little prayer to my brother: "C'mon Brian, please help UD lose." I
thought: "Man, this is not really Christian, praying for them to
lose." Then, I said "I don't care, I want them to lose badly and so
would my brother." I then listened to the homer announcers on WHIO
describe the push-off, Galloway hitting the three, the no call and then three
minutes of non-stop CRYING/blaming the refs about "what a terrible way to
lose." I don't care if it was true - and the refs screwed them – IT WAS FREAKIN'
GLORIOUS! – and I am glad Brian helped.
3. Patrick had his
basketball banquet Sunday at the Wetherington Country Club. Kid ate three omelets and then demolished a monster
porterhouse steak later that day.
Amazing. Well, the club had a signup
sheet for the NCAA tourney and was selling squares. One of contestants was named “Brian McCormac.” Pretty close!
4. Not really a
connection – but it was a great Brian story.
Once when we were in New York City (Brian was still at Xavier) and it
snowed. Brian did not have a hat. He bought a simple black knit cap with “Harlem”
tastefully embroidered on it. He told me
a few days later he went to United Dairy Farmers (UDF) to buy something and was wearing
the hat. The clerk said to him: “Harlem?
You ain’t from Harlem!” Brian
said (in a hurt/aggrieved manner) “How do you know!”
Miss you Brian! Help X tonight. Love, your brother.
