Six years ago today my brother was getting ready to move to Vermont. I mostly forget about this adventure of his, nowadays. He didn't like Vermont much - I think he was lonely. I know he was lonely. He didn't know anyone there, got a job at a country club, said the people were very insular. Many of them had lived there for life and, consequently, known each other as long. I think he had trouble making friends, maybe for the first time in his life. I think he probably went to get away from thoughts of a girl. He would call me every week on Wednesdays. I think each family member had a day. It was cold there, and he didn't have much to do. The day he called Mom to ask if he could come home, he was already standing back on Delaware soil. That's how bad it got. Poor kid. Poor him.