My baby brother (I have ten years on him) turns sixty-three, today. The only thing I remember about him as a baby was the Saturday he was rushed to the hospital, within a year of his birth, with some kind of ear thing. I remember that it was a Saturday only because that’s the day my father would drop me and my sisters off at the Milo theater and pick us up after the showing. That Saturday, we were into our third showing before he came to do so.
The rumor is my brother almost died. I’ve never seen documentation.