Happy birthday, Matt!
Those that know him, today's his day! Those that don't, you're leading a cold, empty life. Today is the anniversary of my big brother's birth.
I have only the greatest memories of my brother, enhanced by a deep, overwhelming fondness. Apart from being one of the most affable people I've ever known, he is also quite charming; add on caring, witty and self-less, and you got the whole package, right there. No one knows more about movies or television, including the directors, crews and entire cast of actors, A,B or Z list, than Matt. He likely knows the name of the key grip on the 1957 version of I Was A Teenage Werewolf.
My brother has always been a source of my overwhelming adoration. He's no fancy-pants; just a regular Joe who picked me up when I fell at age one; stopped me from cutting off all my bangs at age three (well, just so he could cut them first); taught me to play stuntman and allowed me to follow after him and his buddies from that point on. My very first essay ever was about him. First grade, "Who I Want to be When I Grow Up."
He even indulged my love of Underdog, and later forgave my age-four surprise naked-with-a-cape impression ("Duh, duh, DUUUH!!! Have no fear, UNDERDOG IS HERE!!") in front of he and his swimming buddies. Granted, I was 28 by the time he forgave me, but still. Great guy.
Greatest of guys. Happy birthday, Matty. I'm blessed to say I know you, let alone brag about you being my brother.
I have only the greatest memories of my brother, enhanced by a deep, overwhelming fondness. Apart from being one of the most affable people I've ever known, he is also quite charming; add on caring, witty and self-less, and you got the whole package, right there. No one knows more about movies or television, including the directors, crews and entire cast of actors, A,B or Z list, than Matt. He likely knows the name of the key grip on the 1957 version of I Was A Teenage Werewolf.
My brother has always been a source of my overwhelming adoration. He's no fancy-pants; just a regular Joe who picked me up when I fell at age one; stopped me from cutting off all my bangs at age three (well, just so he could cut them first); taught me to play stuntman and allowed me to follow after him and his buddies from that point on. My very first essay ever was about him. First grade, "Who I Want to be When I Grow Up."
He even indulged my love of Underdog, and later forgave my age-four surprise naked-with-a-cape impression ("Duh, duh, DUUUH!!! Have no fear, UNDERDOG IS HERE!!") in front of he and his swimming buddies. Granted, I was 28 by the time he forgave me, but still. Great guy.
Greatest of guys. Happy birthday, Matty. I'm blessed to say I know you, let alone brag about you being my brother.
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