I just got home from my niece’s 8th grade graduation ceremony at the Shelton School. (She took honors in Behavior and Leadership.) I’ve always thought of myself as a role model for Taylor. During her formative years, the two of us spent loads of time together. Her first complete sentence–“The Dallas Stars are changing on the fly”–came as a result of the number of hockey games she and I watched when she was a baby. (Not to mention the NHL flash cards, etc.) Well, a few minutes ago, I took the “Dodgy Behavior” test. I hope Taylor’s father doesn’t read this post or I’ll have no more mince pie at Christmas. Or any other time. Here is my thumbnail sketch :
CRIMINAL! Years in prison: 131, $15,000 in potential fines, and possibility of the death penalty.
Grumpy, I’m sorry about beaning you with my Fred Lynn autographed baseball, keying your car, and breaking into your house to steal your naked mannequins. Thankfully, I don’t know how to download music and I lost my bow and arrow or, right now, I’d be at Lew Sterrett biting into a rancid baloney sandwich. I’m sure I’ll get another chance when Jennifer finds out I can’t make the big 4:00 meeting tomorrow (today). Back to you Jack Kerouac. I mean Rod. Catch me if you can.
