You sure we're not at Hogwarts?

This past Saturday, at approximately 11:28am, a lonely tear rolled down my face. No, it wasn't that I was weirded out that I felt like I was in the dining hall of Hogwarts, or was I sad that my brother was graduating from college, I was sad rather that I finally realized this event marked the end of an era.

These emotions came from a place deep within, a place that I have never known before. A little place called "now you don't have your brother to basically pave a path for you and finally have to man up, grow a pair, and start making decisions on your own." Let's face it, I have literally been handed my life on a silver platter. Not only did we both work for my dad as youngsters, but I followed his foot steps with a life guarding job at River Tennis Club, played the same three sports all through out high school, listened to his advice on going to UW-Madison, the #1 most awesomest school on earth, and decided to get ripped while tossing kegs around for the past three summers at Miller Brands/Beer Capital.

I guess it's time to figure out what its like to make a tough decision in life. Hopefully I know what I'm doing. Either that or I'll have to follow his lead once again and head out to Albany, NY to work for Milwaukee Tool in two years.


Bout to find out how to make it on my own. Thanks brah, I'll miss ya.


-StallB




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