Just one week ago, Jack was in his prime. Ruddy, round-cheeked, he had a cheerful grin for all the world.
Then he went out one night and got lit up.
Now, sad to say, that once sprightly youth has aged before his time. He spends his days on the porch, cantankerously frowning at passersby.
Let this be a lesson to you, children.
day seven: saturday flashback
Yes, It Is That Time Again
Last week’s reading, and assorted other things
Desert Canterbury Bells