Here and Gone....

My brother Keith came into town Wednesday from Mexico! When I showed up at the airport to pick him up I parked and went racing down to the baggage claim to find him(he has no cell phone so the task seemed impossible). I looked everywhere and realized that I was in the wrong terminal so I hoofed it over to the other one and didn't see him there either. I was starting to get nervous. But, then again, I always get nervous when things don't work out right away...

SO, I head outside and see Keith crouched over in a hoodie looking freezing.

"Keith!!!" Apparently not Keith. It's some Norwegian looking dude.

Looking, looking, looking. See another guy kind of turned away from me.

"Keith?" Two strikes. Not Keither either.

I'm getting pissed. But then through the fog I see Keith way on the other side of the cars. Finally! Does anyone else get this panicky? I felt like I had lost a child. Except this child is 6'3" and weighs 200 pounds.

We had fun. Well, the kids and I did anyway, I'm sure Keith was like, "Get me outta here!"
Anyway, here's the rico suave...