The Bi-Polar Express

My brother and I

My father was bi-polar. His brother had it. His sister had it and there was a good chance his mother had it. Bi-polar is the current name but growing up, we knew it as manic depression. As I grew up, I worried if I was next in line but thankfully, it skipped my siblings and I.

I’m three years older than my brother and as kids we bugged each other - a lot. As our mother drove us around in her old Ford around with him and I…