Just Call Him "The Fonz"

I was at the local Pizza Hut with my friends when I was around 18 years old. In strutted my brother (he was 16 or 17). He stood at the front of the restaurant in that Arthur Fonzerelli kind of stance that anybody who grew up in the 70's knows all about. He looked around the restaurant, surveying the crowd in his usual cocky way. All of the sudden he snapped his fingers (just like Fonzi) and immediately there were between 4 and 6 teenage girls surrounding him.

My eyes almost popped out of my head. It took every bit of self control that I had not to puke my guts up right there in the middle of the Pizza Hut - partly at the fact that girls would actually respond that way and partly because IT WAS MY BROTHER THAT THEY WERE RESPONDING TO!

IF I HAD NOT SEEN IT FOR MYSELF, I WOULD NEVER BELIEVED IT! The fact that I actually witnessed such a thing has always been a source of endless pride for my brother. He loves for me to tell that story to his kids especially since he has always had a weight problem as far as they can remember.

He knows they are well aware that I would NEVER lie for him to make him look that good.

On the reverse side of the coin he likes to point out that I took him to the local skating rink one Friday night. He loves to tell the story that I didn't make it around the rink one time when some guy was all over me and we spent the rest of the evening together .Skating - that's all - I swear! At least for that night anyway.