1974
My oldest brother, Michael (whose first name is Thomas, after my father, but we called him by his middle name to avoid confusion), was eighteen when he left home. Like our Dad, our brothers are especially handsome. Michael’s dark hair was down to his shoulders.
At one point he had a mustache, and was often compared to the likes of Burt Reynolds.
My eyes dance from photo to photo, as I scan the walls of the newly reopened Toad in Harvard Square Cambridge.
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