Life ain't always fair.

At our family reunions. My sister Babs always griped. About me being mother’s favorite.  And that she and brother Bruce. Were relegated to a lesser status. Of course, I laughed. Even though Babs was being serious. Hey, if there was a sibling ranking, I liked the idea of being No. 1. I told Babs, with a straight face and tongue-in-cheek, that I deserved to be mother’s favorite. That I was superior.  And that Lake Superior was named after me. Babs, at the time, didn’t see the humor in my bragging.  Now she does.  Truth be told. We were not necessarily treated equally. That’s the nature of things. Life ain’t always fair --Jim Broede