He Ain’t Heavy… He’s My …

When that song was popular, when I was a little girl, the Vietnam Conflict was in full swing…and that song would so flagrantly, and innaproritately blare the words, “he’s my brother,” and it would send tears down my father’s cheek, when he was just taking me out to run some simple errands.

Here’s his grandson, many years later, getting a boost for the rubbing.




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