Print article My twin brother has slipped away after 67 years, which seems like a long time and yet not nearly enough. “It all went by so fast,” he said in late November from the hospital bed in his living room. He choked back a tear and said, “I know that’s true for everyone.” For the past couple of years, he had often mentioned that his favorite song by singer John Prine featured the refrain, “How lucky can one man get.” Like many of Prine’s songs, the tune is more complicated than it appears, however, because the narrator says “There was all these things that I don’t think I remember. Hey, how lucky can one man get.”