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When I started hanging out with Dave in the early '90's, it was Mike this and Mike that. We knew about four Mikes so as a way to tell them apart, Dave started calling Mike, Brother Mike. A few weeks later I met Mike. Soon, it just wasn't a way to tell the Mikes apart, Brother Mike became my brother. Not by genes, not by the same mother or father, but by blood (brothers) and by our choosing. I would also be honored to call Dave "Brother Dave", if I didn't already have a brother named Dave.
jeffrey mathews
March 11, 2016 | Providence, UT