With each mention of his Army hero brother Kenny’s name, the corners of Denny Worman’s mouth turn up and a twinkle settles in his eyes. Round-faced, barrel-chested, and with butcher-thick hands, he softens with each mention of his older brother by two years.
Now age 71, Denny stands outside their childhood home at 133 S. Main St., in South Perkasie, remembering days as a sunny as the current one, days before that dark day in May 1967, when he returned home from school to see a pastor and military personnel at his home delivering a family the worst news. He looks toward the large yard beside the house and remembers the football games he and Kenny played with neighborhood friends for, as he recalled, “the championship of the world.” He lifts the bill of his Penn State baseball cap, looks at the house, and remembers when he and Kenny were in high school in the mid-1960s and their parents went on vacation for two weeks.