Big brother Tim was three and a half years old when blond little round-headed Paul was born.
They lived like typical brothers although Tim, having the significant age advantage, established
clear dominance from the get go. This made things easy. Tim just told Paul how it was for
the first ten years or so.

Then there was a pivotal incident on the January ice of Lake Minnetonka... tempers flared
and Tim saw what appeared to be a new look in Paul’s eyes. This new look was saying
“I’m going to clobber you!” and Tim believed it. Paul took off after big brother Tim... and Tim
turned and with all the speed his skates could muster got outta there.

Paul had challenged the previously supreme strength of Tim and won.
Since that day of blades flashing and ice bits flying Paul and Tim have been in some sort of
peer-balanced orbital relationship.