My sister, the vegetarian english major writes:
“what kind of sausage did you say? some kind of
ground like ground beef but sausage? i asked don if he
knew how to buy sausage and he was helpful but i
remember you telling me something specific that i
can’t exactly remember. i also told him you want to
meet him in denver. if it works out, i think we can
arrange to meet up with him there, he said he’d
totally be interested in that.”
Actually, my sister is much brighter than she would appear to be. She teaches english at Colorado State University, and at the age of 30 is entering into the real world.
Jill and are very similar in many ways, and were very close through high school, and the beginning of my college career. When I was in my second year of college, however, she left the country for 2 years to a tropical island in Micronesia — off to save the world. I lived in the UP and learned how to successfully back a 5-speed, manual transmission, sports car out of a parking space when the parking lot was covered snow that was as high as my bumper.
Jill began to write poetry while I taught college students how and why to use condoms. By the time she returned, I had grown up, and was no longer her little sister. It was very tense. For several years. 5 years.
And somehow, we have learned how to be friends again. And now we are becoming similar again. I love her very much, but no matter how similar we become, she will always want to save the world, and I will always want the help the people.
