Grandpa Jack paid a visit this month, bearing bad news about the woes of Jack's beloved Cubs. Although Jack at first wouldn't hear of it, he ultimately let down his guard, acknowledging he'd probably be better off climbing aboard the Red Sox bandwagon. But, he added, only on one condition: Grandpa Jack would first have to survive one his sassafras stare-downs.
July 31, 2009
July 15, 2009
Stepping out
Jack's been the picture of confidence of late, thanks largely to his new shirt attesting to his status as a "big deal."
His strides are bold and with purpose.
His ambitions: lofty and undaunted.
His attention to detail: surgical and precise.
His flirts with flight: awe inspiring.
His neighborhood gang signs: fresh and inventive.
His coping with the fact that tomorrow brings a different shirt: not so good.
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