Wrecker of Idylls
By Mitch Berg
It was 41 years ago today that a little red-faced ball of ornery came into the world, wrecking my brief idyll as an only child and turning me, for better or worse, into a Big Brother.
And I do remember meeting her on the doorstep at 724 Third Avenue Southeast in Jamestown and hoping for not a whole lot different.
Barb went on to a long career as Dad’s little darling (it’s true! it’s true!), the family’s talented artist, and along with little bro Jim the bane of my young existence – and, later on, a 4.00 (if not more – criminy, where did that come from?) student, renovator of chicken coops, mom of three four adorable kids, and the queen of the area north of Billings, Montana.
Happy birthday, Barb!
