My oldest brother is gone as are the rest of “Me Buckos,” Dick and Paul. Why I’m still here is luck. We shared a lot of ups and downs and clowned around most of the way to keep our balance. I’ll never forget the scores of jokes that Jack, in particular, and I shared over 70-80 years. I’m laughing now, thinking of several. I’m crying a bit, too. Tell me this is all a big mistake. Please.