I took this candid and, when I got to thinking about it, that's pretty much me distilled. That tired old cap, an apron underneath, a threadbare but still toasty Bean field jacket and my handy black bag. Nick and Zack will probably recognize all of these things as the years unfold and fold back on to themselves. I will too...
From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat..."
Dad: "Would you guys like to go to a football game?"
Both: (no hesitation, in unison) "No!"
Nick: "You are asking the wrong people."
My work here is done...
You know, the more I look at it the more I think it'll be alright for a while longer. I think I'll throw it in the washer one more time with a little Lysol and some detergent. Who am I kidding? I can't quit this old hat, it's too damn full.
Thanks for coming around today, I always like knowing you'll show. My best to you.