Thursday I received a phone call from my brother. My cell phone is never where I am, I like to think that I get extra exercise if I leave it in the other room. It was about 9:30 Thursday night when Hester brought me my phone and said I had a missed call. With out checking my voice mail I just call my brother, Troy, back. Of course, during this time I was involved in a hairy shootout somewhere in the snowy German countryside, trying to take back that damn …