Big Sister Lynn
My big sister Lynn is something. As babies, she fed us, bathed us, wiped and diapered our butts, essentially raising 3 kids prior to her own. By virtue of her being a decade older, she was conscripted into service. She didn’t deserve all the extra baggage that came along with that, not the least of which included duties as a ‘built-in’ babysitter, a chauffeur-dropping us off at our grandparents house before she could go out on a date or with friends, and on more occasions than I can recall, taking us along everywhere she went—to the pool, lake, clothes or grocery shopping, or any number of tasks that my parents had her accomplish. In short, she was exploited at every opportunity and as far as I know, she never complained. It was as natural to her as breathing and she took to it like a duck to water. Back in those days she would, if necessary, chase you down until you were exhausted from running away, tackle you to the ground and then pop your backside to make yo...