Sometime last year I wrote a story called The Towing, which recounted much of my experience with crap cars and what I did when they broke down. It was a long story – so much so that the two or three people who read it complained that they’d fallen asleep. I don’t blame them – reading frequently puts me to sleep as well. But much of the story involved my brother, and since I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, I decided to break down The Towing into the more memorable parts which I know Kirby would have enjoyed. I hope you do as well. If not, that’s too bad – go write your own blog. Stay tuned.