We all sat at the dinner table and talked nicely and when we were finished eating, everyone didn't bolt from the table. We hung out and chatted. It was great. In some ways I was reassured that my brother isn't being brainwashed by backwoods mentality, but he still didn't vote in the last election. Thank goodness he grew up in Bemidji and can see past the Mizpah city limits.
He also works his ass off, for not enough pay as a wood hauler. He gets up at 2:00 AM and gets home at 7:00 PM. And he doesn't get paid hourly. I told him he needs to organize. But, on the other hand at least he has work, the logging business isn't doing well right now.