Today is my brother Bill's birthday. He would have been 58! Yikes, how time does fly!

I remember once when he came to visit us here in Iceland. The kids (we only had 2 then) were very small and we had our first car, an ugly little red Datsun. One day we went out driving along the snowy paths in the boonies, wanting to show Bill a little of the countryside. We got stuck in the deep drifts. The car was so light that Einar and Bill simply pushed it out of the drift and back onto the road. :)

I made him fried fish and he said it tasted like chicken. :) Then we went up in a wee little plane to view a volcanic eruption of Mt Krafla. The sight was well worth the half freezing / half roasting ride to see it. hehe Bill seemed to enjoy it, too. :) I'm glad that he got over here a couple of times to visit; even if the kids don't remember, I do.

I miss my brother.

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