I was six when Jon was born so he was always the little brother, as Sam is in the Anastasia books. Here we are four and ten, headed off to a birthday party, from the looks of it. That's our dad's old Chevrolet parked in front of our Pennsylvania house. Later, in the other photo, it is probably forty years later, which would make us 44 and 50. Jon grew up to become a doctor and he is not a pest any more, the way he was when he was four. He is actually one of my best friends.