Chapter Two - Growing Up with Siby
Siby was my BIG SISTER. She was ALWAYS cool to me!
We grew up in the typical American family - dysfunctional. Siby is most of 7-years older than me so I was always chasing her around, begging her play board games or cards with me and trying to weasel in on her and her girlfriends' get-togethers. I can remember Sharon, Linda and Barbara.
Sib shared her time well enough with her punk brother when we were children, but by the time I hit 5th grade I was in charge of getting her out of bed and ready for school. Sib was a late sleeper if left to hear own devices, while I was at dawn or before. Often times I would offer her the half-cooked bacon or toast in the oven that I'd make us for breakfast but usually she declined.
When Sib and Chuck Bever hooked up a few years before I was deported to Alabama, that put a jet engine on my relationship with Sib and Chuck. Chuck was extremely good to me and I think that he convinced Siby to let me tag along from time to time. Chuck, Siby and I were good friends for years to come. Neither of them ever turned their back on me when I needed them throughout our lives.
More later.... Bob Kirby