My other brother has just turned 58.
He’s a genius who can wire, plumb and build just about anything around a house.
For a long time he ran a mechanical repair shop and played with racing cars in his spare time, but now he fixes automatic doors for a living because it is easier on his back.
He builds computers and other electronic doodads, and they work. He even understands why, I think.
B2 keeps a large aviary full of budgies, and when everyone else’s vegie garden goes straight from seedling to seed, by passing the actually edible stage, he always seems to have plenty of homegrown tomatoes and greens to share.
He is politically incorrect, reserving the right to dislike all people equally. He also cries whenever bushfires and floods and famines invade our TV screens.
His wife is a special person too, and they are both fond of camping.
B2 likes nothing more than to sit by a river and toss a line in, and just sit - but without any hook or bait on the line.
After the bushfires, my brother and his wife delivered their caravan to whoever was coordinating emergency accommodation, and for the next year B2 and his wife reverted to camping with the original trailer/fold out tent/ everything [including the kitchen sink] he had built years ago.
They got their caravan back about 13 months later.
It was only 6 weeks old when they first lent it out… but they are like that.