When we were little, my brother was always dressing up.
If you met him as an adult, you might find this hard to imagine. These days my brother most often wears a tough shell, but in the 1970's... he had hats.
He had a policeman's hat and a fireman's hat and was routinely "rescuing" someone or otherwise saving the day.
Lacking the proper costume was never an issue for him, he was good at improvising.
I remember coming home once to find him wrapped in a bed sheet that was belted around his waist. On his head he wore a pillow case turban and he brandished a sword with a remarkable resemblance to a wrapping paper tube.
When my mother asked what he was doing, he shouted,
"I am El KaBar!"
He had been watching a some sort of Nights of Arabia movie and was inspired to transform himself into a Middle-Eastern warrior.
I remembered all this about my brother on Sunday morning when, in a fit of last minute birthday present desperation, I was left with no choice but to brave a trip to the local Whale*Mart.
I asked The Mayor to get dressed and the next thing I knew there was a four year old fireman riding backwards on the front end of my shopping cart as I careened up and down the aisles of the Super Center.
["Super" being decidedly subjective in this case.]
It was my job to shout, "Woooo Ooooo Wooooo Oooooo Wooooo!" approximating the siren sound for our hook and ladder truck (formerly known as the cart).
[The things parenthood makes us do in public!]
Later in the day, The Mayor reminded me of my brother again.
Having received a toy eye patch in his crap-tastic-plastic-filled, birthday party goodie bag, The Mayor decided to dress up like a pirate.
I think it was the navy, corduroy blazer with elbow patches, the fireman boots and the baseball bat sword that really made the outfit for me.
The Mayor stood in front of the mirror practicing various pirate faces and generally admiring his costume design skills when The Rooster approached.
She planted herself in front of him and gave him a full, head-to-toe appraisal.
Then she looked him in the eye and said without regret,
"You look weird."
I wonder if my brother will read this blog today. If he does, he'll be reminded of me.
Pirate Mayor, October 26, 2008