24/03/2026
I treat myself to ONE Big Mac a year, and it's on or around March 24th which was my brother Larry's birthday.
If I could describe Larry in one word it would be "magnificent".
He had a black belt in martial arts but also in kindness, even though our father used to beat him mercilessly throughout his childhood and nobody could ever understand why.
Larry was as loving as anyone I ever met, and even though I have done a routine for years about getting tortured and bullied it never happened - at least not from him.
I don't ever remember even one cross word between us, and how many siblings can lay claim to that?
Larry was two years older and while we didn't grow up together we did spend a lot of time in our teenage years.
I painted my first car to look like the Batmobile, and we had a blast cruising through Milwaukee getting stared at by passers by.
One day we went to a big flea market called Rummage-O-Rama which any Milwaukeean will tell you was a huge event.
As we walked through the aisles, we came upon a vintage Batman t-shirt which cost $10 - a fortune at the time.
I admired it lovingly for a minute or two, and then we kept walking.
At the end of our visit Larry said he had to go to the bathroom, and he was gone for a long time.
I began to get impatient and then it came to a point I wondered if he was OK.
Several minutes later Larry came back and I asked him what happened when he flipped me the Batman t-shirt and said "OK, NOW we can go."
He spent the very last money he had on that shirt, and I started to weep right there in front of everyone.
"Oh geez, let's go before everyone thinks I have another sister." He said with his typical humorous touch, and we left.
Larry's favorite food of all time was the Big Mac, and he ate them as often as he could.
I surely wasn't rich at the time but I bought him one in sincere gratitude for his kindness and he ate it how he always did.
I've never seen anyone eat a Big Mac like Larry before or since.
He would first eat the top bun, which I found out is called the crown.
Then he'd eat the top beef patty by itself, and then eat the rest of it like a mini sandwich.
Our whole family used to mock him but that's how he did it for a lifetime and we just came to accept it.
Years later Larry had a severe stroke and spent five long years in a nursing home in Beaver Dam, WI where he lay paralyzed on his entire left side.
My sister Tammy and I would try to visit as often as we could, but that was no easy task even though he understood.
Every time we saw him his face would light up, and we brought him more than a few Big Macs over those five years.
His favorite TV show was "Everybody Loves Raymond" and he would watch it with other patients in a TV room every day.
I happen to have a comedian friend named Rob Sherwood who knows Ray very well and I asked Rob for a special favor of a signed picture for Larry.
I told him even if it wasn't signed I'd sign it myself because it would be a huge thrill for not only Larry but everyone in the nursing home.
A few days later I got a certified package with not only a signed picture but it came in a frame.
When I presented it to Larry he wept just like I did when he gave me the Batman shirt and I said "Stop your crying, people around here will think I have two sisters."
We laughed and he said "Payback isn't always a bitch."
Larry's condition worsened through the years, and one day I was performing not far from his nursing home and was running late and called to tell the staff as I didn't know if I'd make closing time.
They told me he wasn't in good spirits of late and they'd be glad to sneak me in the back door after hours which is what they did.
I walked in and Larry's face it up as always, and we had an extra long visit where we went over our whole lives in detail.
He asked if I wouldn't mind getting him a Big Mac, and I scolded him "What do you think I am, your personal taxi service?"
We laughed as brothers would, and of course I got him his request and one for me and we sat and talked some more.
Finally it was time to go, and I put my hand on his shoulder and told him he was the best brother I could ever ask for and how great our times were together despite all the family turmoil we endured.
"I love you brother." I said softly.
"I love you too."
The next morning Tammy called to say Larry had a seizure not long after I left, and died shortly thereafter.
I was stunned, devastated but SO grateful for the chance to have one last visit and one last Big Mac together.
I don't work for McDonald's and have no reason to plug this other than sibling love, but if you are looking for something to eat for lunch or dinner today or in the next little while please have a Big Mac in Larry's honor.
If you happen to have siblings you love please forward this story and tell them to their face how much you love them as you never know when you won't have that chance anymore.
THANK YOU Larry, if there is a heaven and you aren't in it I don't want to go.
And thank you Rob Sherwood and Ray Romano for an act of kindness you will never truly realize how huge of an impact it had.
I hope this made you shed a tear or two, as these are the things that are truly important in life.
Thank you if you read this far, now back to our regularly scheduled daily insanity.
More to come...
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