I’ve known Antonio since I was in my late 30s. Although the 40s, 50s and now 60s have already passed me by, after all these years Antonio and I have remained friends. Family, even. After all, we’re brothers from different mothers.

And without question, Antonio is one of the finest men I’ve ever known.

I’ve always known him to be a great worker, loving husband, and wonderful father — and maybe even more wonderful grandfather.

In fact, the only bad thing I can say about Antonio is that he is a Dallas Cowboys fan.

I met Marshall a little over five years ago. He and his wife are neighbors of ours. We’ve grown so close — even though it really hasn’t been that long — that he and his wife think of Cindy and me as framily. That is to say, both friend and family — like Antonio.

I’ve come to re

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