My brother Scott turns 50 this month. He texted me last week during Friday Night Lights to ask what sort of costume he should wear to a Friday Night Lights barbecue next Friday night.
Todd texts me when he goes hunting, which happens more often than you’d think, although I don’t follow those schedules all that closely. But it is Wisconsin, so there’s always something that needs to be shot. On Saturday he bagged a turkey, which I guess was important for me to know at 5:30 a.m.
I don’t think the other two own phones. But you can probably tell from their long golden locks what they are doing with their free time.