George Clooney

This is my brother, George Clooney. He was not very cooperative when I tried to capture his essential handsomeness. I warned him what would happen if I didn't get a good picture. He's probably sorry now that he didn't take me seriously.George and his family lived in Arizona for a number of years, only just coming back to the NW last summer (they're in Idaho but we'll count it, just for the sake of argument).

He is married to a very lovely, talented, patient woman. The last few years have been somewhat fraught what with 2 challenging boys, George getting his PhD (yes, that is the face of a Doctor of Music) and the subsequent employment issues arising therefrom. But George and Mrs. Clooney have infinite patience and faith and it is paying off. He is now more or less gainfully employed and they are settling into their new life. More importantly, they are close enough to participate, once again, in family fun.

George and I were super close growing up, the sort of closeness that affords us the ability to just pick up where we left off when we see each other. And it's weird because for as close as we are we don't talk a lot or email. My updates on the doings in his life are more likely to come from my mom, Dame Judi, than from him. And yet. I feel a bond with this very intelligent and talented man who I still sometimes call "Bubby" that has nothing to do with how often we chat.

George is very charming and funny. He loves baseball. He has a scar on his chin that is my fault because when I was 2 or something I put him in my doll stroller, because he was my baby Bubby, and the aluminum deathtrap collapsed and speared him. One of my earliest memories is of a hospital hallway. I think it was from that experience. Anyway, I'm really sorry about that but you know, a scar is kinda of distinguished, don't you think?