Neal Glenn - Brother

One of my earliest recollections of the abuse Dean had to endure from me was when I must have been 5 or 6 years old. He was sitting in a chair in the living room one day and minding his own business, watching TV, when I walked into the room, wanting his chair. So I screamed for Mom to come kick him out of it. He was 7 years my senior and outweighed me by 50 lbs. I had her do my dirty work for me. He just gave me a look and walked away. 50 years later I made amends to him but he didn't remember the event. I guess it was just one of many. Maybe that is why he left for college as soon as possible. It took me many years of growing up to appreciate my brother for the man he was. He was a wealth of knowledge and humor. More to follow....