January 5, 2010.

“Hey, Jerry how are you doing?” Jack, Senior exclaimed. “I’m doing great you sorry SOB. How’s Junior doing?” Jerry replied. “Pretty good I guess, he got his wick wet with some babe, he met here the other night”. “Well we aims to please around here”, answered Jerry. “Give me a bourbon and soda, hell I’ve got a driver.” Big Jack smile. They talked for awhile. “Jerry, I had someone try and cut my brakes the other night, New Year’s night while I was in New Orleans. I hate to ask, but I want to be sure that Junior was here on New Year’s night during the Houston – Notre Dame game.” “New Year’s night, you said?” Jerry asked. “Yup”. “Well, that’s a problem, I wasn’t here New Year’s night. New Year’s eve sucked all the energy out of me, so I stayed home that night and I had a new manager on duty that I just hired last week who probably wouldn’t know Junior, but I’ll ask”, Jerry replied. “Thanks, man, he probably was here, but this just has me a bit scared. Some SOB wanted me dead.”