so after tears and bitterness, my dad drove to montreal yesterday after a meeting in new york and picked up my brother. i was with owen (little brother...not so little.) on the couch showing him photos and teaching him how to wai when chris walked in (see above) and it took a minute to register who the hell he was. but he is here now, and it is so nice to see him. i think i will go to montreal on friday with an old friend. i can't come to this side of the world without going back to the homeland.