Priceless

Back in my drinking days, my older brother enlisted with the Peace Corps. While he was out of the country for two years he stored his possessions in the basement of our dad’s house. One of the items was a perfect sized ice chest that I “borrowed” while he was away, and I never did return it. When my brother got home he blamed the missing ice chest on Paul, our younger brother. Having no moral fiber, I confirmed that Paul had some sticky 
fingers and probably took his ice chest.