Knits in the wilds of Buffalo.
Last year I gave my little brother Eddie this hand knit woolen hat for Christmas. It is a Buffalo Bills hat that I designed myself with a fairly generous supply of graph paper and erasers. I recently asked my Mom if he ever wears it, and she said he wears it all the time. Buffalo is cold, after all, and he works outside.
This year I sent him a couple of ornaments for his Christmas tree. He just bought his first house, and so I figured he’ll need some ornaments to get started. He got the package, as he just confirmed over the phone, but hasn’t opened it yet. Now, I’m a little surprised that he would let a package go unopened, but I’m more surprised by what he said next, referring to the box which he has not opened (!), “I’m thinking it has some warm knitted things in there.”
How cute is that? And how bad do I feel for not knitting him something warm? Very, very bad.
But wait. The story is not over yet. He tells me over the phone to go to the Life & Arts Section of the Buffalo News. So I sit down at the computer, click my way through to this. Go ahead and click that link. You’ll see.
He’s wearing the hat! Aw, man. I have the best brother. And also: he is single, a homeowner, has a great job, knows how to drive a tractor and is very, very tall.