My brother called me this morning on my way home from Las Vegas to Washington D.C.
He had just seen the movie 127 Hours, with actor James Franco, about a climber who hikes by himself, falls in a crevasse and gets his arm stuck between a canyon wall and a boulder.
One of the take-home message he came away with: call your mom and sister so they know what you're up to, and can find you if you're lost.
I'm so glad that movie about the guy who chopped off his own arm off with a swiss army knife has motivated him to call me more often. Not exactly a full endorsement of his love for me, but I'll take what I can get.