Family Mailbag: note from my brother Brian, the one who is a firefighter and whose atheist wedding I am performing*

Mom gave us your old frame pack from your New England days. I now know what you bought at the grocery store on March 23, 1999. You ate twigs and berries like a hippy. :-)

I also found a small tool designed for adjusting the fuel pump to a camp stove.

Then I found a small green plastic army man.

You camp weird.

-Brian

*He's the only brother I have, but I wanted new readers to feel welcome, like they've been to the last dozen family Thanksgivings. We like the jellied cranberries, the ones that keep the shape of the can. See, now you're in!