My brother, Tyler, was born in the summer of 1977. I remember the day he was born so well: I woke up and one of our neighbors was there, waiting for me. My parents had gone to the hospital. Tyler was born around 5am. I slept through everything - the labor, the rush to the hospital, all of it.

This was taken not long after, at our home in Santa Rosa at 1345 St. Helena Avenue. It was a gorgeous house. I used to love to slide down the bannister in the foyer.

I hated having my picture taken. Actually, the only one smiling in this picture is my dad.