I jokingly blame a lot of things on my
older brother, Scott. Being five years older than me, he loved to tease his little “see-ster.” For example, when I was in elementary school, I thought my nose was too big. Being a a gullible blond, I believed Scott when he said that my nose would get smaller if I would exercise it. I wiggled and wiggled my nose but it never lost any weight.
Scott was interested in everything military-related. He had two uncles in the Air Force, which fueled his fascination. Scott spent his time making model fighter jets and drawing ships and wearing camo and playing “war.” We watched a lot of Hogan’s Heroes. And in the seventies and early eighties, the US and Russia were in the midst of the Cold War, so Scott talked a lot about Russia and imminent threat of nuclear war.

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