May 1, 2009.

“Dad, I think you need to spend a little time with your lawyer, Jeb about your estate plan. Luckily, our dealerships are surviving this recession, nicely and that new Cash for Clunkers program will stimulate things further. He says that unless you happen to die next year, it will be impossible for me to keep the business open after you die because of all the death taxes that I’ll have to pay. That scare in March with the ski accident ought to be a warning to both of us that things can happen. Will you please schedule a meeting with Jeb? asked Junior.

“Son, that crash in March didn’t kill me did it? I may not be invincible, but I definitely am lucky. But I’ll meet with Jeb sometime soon. Did you see that new Iron Man commercial we just shot. I can’t believe that the movie company let me use that car for the commercial. I’m going to go to Biloxi for a few weeks to recuperate, then back here for a week and then going to Maine for a month or so. But come fall, we’ll definitely get on that tax stuff.”

September 12, 2009.

“Son what a summer, this is Bridget, I met her up in Newport this summer. And its still bikini weather down here. She’s from Sweden. I’m going to have to put up some screens around the pool at the house so that she can continue to get that all over tan. Boy the Tide sure beat the stuffin’s out of the Hokies last weekend. This is the year”.

Junior winced. His father was still reliving his childhood and clearly was not growing up. Except now, he had a gold card without a spending limit. “Dad after you get Bridget settled in, we need to have a meeting with Jeb. I’ll schedule it for maybe next week?” “Son, you’re a one track thinker and I appreciate that, but trust me, you gotta have some fun, too. Now after the Bama game tonight let’s see if we can get you in some trouble.”