Partners in crime of the worst ilk, that’s what my little brother Francis and I were. We were the youngest children in a family of four. Each of us inherited the super genes for “bad ideas” and “how to drive your parents crazy in 60 seconds or less.” Miraculously, we were not banished to “Reform School.” Just exactly what did we do? I have forgotten most of it, but here are a few of our adventures. Francis used to hide and throw rocks…