First of all, he's a great husband and father. He's been married for almost 20 years and has 7 great kids. Second, he works hard. He builds things like subdivisions and houses and lakes. Third, he is a great water skier. He's even pretty good at snow skiing (not as good as me, but still pretty good).
Recently, Jeff gave me another reason to look up to him. He bought a box of show-quality fireworks from a guy named Vito in Kansas City. These were the kind of fireworks that you're supposed to have a license to light. Somehow, Vito overlooked the fact that Jeff doesn't actually have one of those licenses. So this past Saturday night, Jeff hosted an awesome fireworks display for his family and friends at his new lake near Rhineland, Missouri.
Here's Jeff with his box of fireworks. Jeff is the smiling fool on the right in the yellow shirt.
Next are some of Jeff's glorious fireworks.
Ooooh. Ahhh.
Red, white and blue. So patriotic.
And now just red. Blood red. Yes, that blood is from the flesh wounds he received when he lit the wrong fuse and two Chinese fireballs blasted him in the forehead. That'll leave a mark.
Why is his shirt wet, you ask? Because once he realized that his hair was on fire, he dunked his fool head in his brand new lake.
Today there are black spots on his face and forehead filled with gunpowder residue. No joke.
Praise the Lord that the fireballs missed his eyes when they bounced off his forehead.
The emergency room doctor just happened to be Chinese. After doing a quick CT scan on my brilliant brother's brain to ensure that all of the really important parts were still working, the doctor asks, "Mr. Kelly, do you want to know what those Chinese characters on your fireworks said?" "Sure," says Jeff. The doctor replies, "Do not light."
Just one more reason why I still look up to my big brother Jeff.
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