My brother has always had the exciting jobs, where as I've mostly been chained to a desk throughout my career. He's been in the military, and most of his life he's fought fire in one way or another. Everything from bush crew to Rappattack. Now he flies in the bird dog plane acting as a sort of air traffic control for all of the bombers and helicopters in the far reaches of Northern Canada. Every once in a while he sends me a pic or two of what he's up to.
I send him back pictures of my mouse and keyboard.
