The View From A Farr
Ihave a younger brother and his name is Scott.
We grew up together in the suburbs of Dallas, and like most brothers, we didn’t always see eye to eye. Actually, we’ve NEVER seen eye to eye because he’s quite a bit taller than me. But that’s neither here nor there. We didn’t get along and it was mostly my fault. I didn’t realize it then, but I do now.
My brother and I are as different as night and day…