December 10, 2009.
The dealership had its annual Christmas party for its important customers and its staff and their families. Even in a bad economy, Holiday cheer had to be maintained for morale. Jack, Sr. held court.
As the kids opened their presents, Jack, Sr. was getting gifts from everyone, Cuban Cigars from Beau, candy from Elise, the shapely secretary, bourbon from Mikey, the head of the garage, and on and on. Junior watched as the boss got all these gifts he didn’t need or want, while Junior got nothing. He felt a little sick to his stomach. At that moment, Jack, Sr., walked up. “Look at all this crap, they give me for Christmas, although these cubans is pretty nice. We’ll have to fire up them puppies.” “Right Dad, I’m think I ate something that’s a bit too rich, and I’m feeling a little nauseous, so I’m going to split.” “Son, don’t lie to your pappy, I know you’re going out to bag you some young filly to ride tonight.” “Whatever you say dad”, Junior answered in a monotone.
As Junior was heading toward the door, Jack, Sr. shouted, “Junior, I’m going to spend Christmas at home this year. Let’s have a good ole’ time.” “That’s great, dad, turkey, gravy, stuffing and yams okay?.” “Sure, son, that sounds like heaven.”
December 25, 2009.
“Junior, you out did yourself this year. Good food and now we can watch a couple of basketball games on the television set and drink some nice port and smoke the cubans I got from Beau for Christmas.”
“Okay, dad, but let’s talk about the future for a minute. We have a huge business and we need to plan because we’re not going to be around forever. Something could happen to you, or something could happen to me. We need to think long term. Son, you get that lawyer to schedule a meeting with us about mid-January to talk about that. I am feeling a bit more mortal these days.December 10, 2009.
The dealership had its annual Christmas party for its important customers and its staff and their families. Even in a bad economy, Holiday cheer had to be maintained for morale. Jack, Sr. held court.
As the kids opened their presents, Jack, Sr. was getting gifts from everyone, Cuban Cigars from Beau, candy from Elise, the shapely secretary, bourbon from Mikey, the head of the garage, and on and on. Junior watched as the boss got all these gifts he didn’t need or want, while Junior got nothing. He felt a little sick to his stomach. At that moment, Jack, Sr., walked up. “Look at all this crap, they give me for Christmas, although these cubans is pretty nice. We’ll have to fire up them puppies.” “Right Dad, I’m think I ate something that’s a bit too rich, and I’m feeling a little nauseous, so I’m going to split.” “Son, don’t lie to your pappy, I know you’re going out to bag you some young filly to ride tonight.” “Whatever you say dad”, Junior answered in a monotone.
As Junior was heading toward the door, Jack, Sr. shouted, “Junior, I’m going to spend Christmas at home this year. Let’s have a good ole’ time.” “That’s great, dad, turkey, gravy, stuffing and yams okay?.” “Sure, son, that sounds like heaven.”
December 25, 2009.
“Junior, you out did yourself this year. Good food and now we can watch a couple of basketball games on the television set and drink some nice port and smoke the cubans I got from Beau for Christmas.”
“Okay, dad, but let’s talk about the future for a minute. We have a huge business and we need to plan because we’re not going to be around forever. Something could happen to you, or something could happen to me. We need to think long term.” “Son, you get that lawyer to schedule a meeting with us about mid-January to talk about that. I am feeling a bit more mortal these days. Since your momma died, I’ve been acting like a damn kid and not being an adult. I guess I was channeling my grief through living it up. And I am not sure that I’m completely past that, but we do need to do some planning son.”