There is no particular reason as to why I am sharing this story with you. Maybe I have been thinking a lot about family this week or maybe Memorial Day brought this memory back to me but for whatever reason I have decided to share it with you. So here goes.. As the youngest of twelve children, I was lowest on the totem pole of life. Growing up there were phrases I heard regularly from my older siblings like: “Denise go get me …” whatever it was and of course I did as I was told because everyone was bigger than me. It is what happens in families. The older tells the younger what to do and down the line it goes. By the time it was my turn to boss someone, lucky for me I had a couple of nieces that fit the bill. Right Jodi and Dawn? Anyway this particular story is about some fancy sibling maneuvering by a clever brother who was always to clever for his own good.