Way past childhood years...

  The last time I saw the twin with the bandana sling, years and years past childhood days, was at the sad occasion of his brother's funeral.  Reminiscing just a little, he had no memory of the broken arm on his moving in day; he said too many other things had been broken since then.  He did remember the time he rode Dr. Sproat's Guernsey cow and crashed right through my mother's garden fence.  There were no horses around, only cows, and cowboys gotta ride.