Today my brother would have turned 60. To put it in the simplest of terms: I miss him. I often do. He was a good man – decent, talented, and big-hearted. He was a young man full of empathy and with hopeful dreams about a bright future which, alas, was not to be.
This photograph is of Yankee, the band he was in, and shot in the early 70s, not long before he left this world. He’s the guy on the right, and the brown suede jacket he’s wearing I’d bought in London. I gave it to him because he liked it, and it actually both fit and suited him better than it did me.
Be blessed, bro. Wherever it is that you are.
Illustration: Yankee, the band my brother played in. My brother to the right. He played the guitar. The photo is for a poster and taken mid-1974