A Borrowed Ride for the Honeymoon
I loved my brother Jim. He was two years older than me, and had been a pretty decent older brother for me. He was only a week away from marrying Denise, his high school sweetheart. I was happy for him, for both of them, but he was asking me for something I really didn't want to give him. "You have to lend it to me, Rick. My old clunker won't make it all the way out to California and back. It can be our wedding present from you." "I said no, Jim. I worked every day I could for five...