Becoming Chris Kamalski

My dearest sista: My first, and greatest memory, is of receiving a tour of a green hook-n-ladder firetruck from a kind local fireman in the middle of the night one hot August morning in 1982.  Coincidentally, you were in the middle of popping out of Mom in a chaotic scene concurrently taking place in the back room.

I’m so glad you decided to show up that evening!

I love you deeply, and couldn’t be prouder to be your brother…Happy Birthday, sister!

Classic.

Those aren't the normal finger(s) Sara shows me.

What dreams are made of. Epic family Thailand trip, Christmas 2006.