On the Ice with Joe

My brother Joe was a bit of a
daredevil and also seemed to
think he could do anything with
anyone, especially me.
He was nine or ten and I was
about four years old.

I remember being wrapped up
snugly and being put into a box.
It was a box, fastened tight
to a sled. I was tied in
securely and Doughboy and
Buddy were harnessed to
the sled, while I watched
the clever maneuvering of
the ropes. That was fine,
it took my mind off what
I was getting into.

Soon the dogs were running across
the large expanse of ice on
the Charles River, with me
sailing on, and I think
I wasn't breathing.

That was my brother Joe.