Most people who know me well know that I have two brothers, one older, and one younger. We’re all oversized, bigbrained, bighearted, redheaded guys with Irish names (Sean Patrick, Timothy Brendan, and Kevin Daniel). Sean’s a high school math teacher and football coach; Kevin is a counselor/advisor at a liberal arts college. Sean’s two years older, and Kevin’s a year and a half younger. They are honestly more like each other than I am like either of them, but since I’m in the middle, I was probably equally close to both of them. Kevin and I shared a room together until I was 16; Sean and I went to college and lived together for three years.
This is a long way to go to say that whenever I read about Rahm Emanuel and his brothers, I smile and smile and smile.