Happy Birthday James

A quick pencil sketch of my brother who is four years younger than I am. I still see him as that little kid with a "butch haircut" (yes, it was the early sixties) sleeping with all his toy trucks piled on his bed. So here he is, last summer at our family reunion in Maine. We were both having  a Monster drink (a weird family habit) before a walk along the waterfront in Portland. 
Happy Birthday, James.