November 3, 2009.

“Dad, you’re going to kill yourself and me if you keep this stuff up. If you were to die today we would lose the dealership, because of having to pay Uncle Sam $100 Million in estate taxes.”

Jack, Sr. looked surprised at his son’s passion about the dealership and his lack of passion over his condition. “Son, you didn’t say that you were happy to see me survive.” “Dad, I love you, but you’re driving me crazy with this teen behavior you’ve been exhibiting these days, fast cars, fast women, sports camps, drinking and driving. I’m no saint, but you need to remember you’re not 25 anymore.”

November 25, 2009

“Welcome back, Jack. Glad to see you’ve had a full recovery from that beaning. You’re looking nice and tanned after that desert stay”, said Beau Price, a top salesman at the dealership.

“Good to be back Beau, how things swinging around here?” Jack, Sr. asked. “Bout as good as can be expected in this economy. Folks is hurting, and when they’s hurting, they ain’t buying cars unless the old one breaks down or sumthin.” “How’s Junior doing running the place?” Jack, Sr. inquired with a stern look. “Doin’ good, real good. The boy’s a financial genius. If he hadn’t been on top a things, we’d have cratered for sure.” Beau replied, ever the salesman.