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To my little brother, Bobby Astleford, who over the

years has grown from a pest to a friend.

I forgive you for all those annoying things you used to do, including the

times you chased me with a baseball bat. And I won’t mention that night you

were arrested for speeding down East Valley Parkway while

I was supposed to be watching out for you.

But setting that field on fire with a box of matches and your model

car might make you famous.

I love you, Bobby.