'88

The exam results for the final level of the CFA program came out today.  And our little brother passed!  To pass all three levels on your first try is no small feat.  I wonder if he and his work peeps ditched out of the office early to celebrate.  There are an awful lot of watering holes in midtown.  I'm just sayin'.

It was 1988 on the day of his first birthday party.  We were forced to wake him in the middle of his nap.  Our grandmother insisted; she was more concerned about appearances in front of guests than, you know, leaving a tired baby who needed his afternoon nap alone.  (Typical.)  Our brother was promptly changed into his adorable silk Korean birthday outfit, hobbled around for a few seconds wondering why everyone kept staring at him, and then smiled for half a nanosecond before the overwhelming exhaustion took over his little body.  And then right there, as all the guests crammed into the living room clapped and waved at the adorable birthday boy, he slowly dropped down on one knee.  A few seconds later, he was down on all fours.  He then gave one final, tired look at the beaming faces watching him, sprawled out on his belly, and gently lay his head down on the soft carpet.  This shot was right before his eyes fluttered close.  I love this memory.

Philadelphia.
1988.