The 4-year-old Girl Who Broke my Heart

The summer between high school and university, I worked as a counselor at a daycare center jointly funded by churches and the city, for underprivileged and handicapped children.

My favorite of all the kids was a darling, extremely precocious, 4-year-old girl named Emily.  She was one of the poor kids, although you might have thought she was crippled, since she made me carry her everywhere.  (Perhaps I didn’t fight her tooth and nail on that all the time, but she did wear me out – I mean, she must have weighed at least 30 or 40 pounds, right? – and that gets heavy after awhile.)

Near the end of the summer, about 2 weeks before the program was ending, came Emily’s last day – because her family was moving away.  I thought I’d buy her a going-away present, and so I asked her, “If you could have ANYTHING in the world, what’s the one thing you’d want most?”, fully expecting the answer to be something like, “a Barbie doll”.  Therefore, I was absolutely stunned when she replied, “For my parents to have a real house”.  I don’t know what their living conditions were, but I could vaguely picture her playing in the background and listening to her parents sitting at the kitchen table late at night dreaming about being able to afford a house.  But the idea that a 4-year-old would latch onto that just blew my mind.  Shoot, I wished I could buy her parents a house!

Well, i bought her a doll anyway.  When her mother arrived to pick her up for the last time that afternoon, I introduced myself and said, “You probably already know this, but your daughter is the most amazing little girl in the world.”  Her mom smiled and nodded, and replied, “Yeah, I do already know that.”

Just before they left, Emily gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and blew me away again by pronouncing, “I’ll never forget you, Jack.”
Yeah.  I’ll never forget you either, Emily.

(accompanying photo is not actually Emily, but she was at least that cute, and she was indeed a

blonde –Image perhaps her only flaw)


Fan Club Already Growing!

I don’t want you to think I don’t have ANY friends.  Even as I scribble here, a small, but ardent group of followers begins to gather…



(Sorry, the pictures of semi-naked broads haven’t been uploaded yet.  So, for now, these bitches is all there is.)

God I thought I would never FIgure This Out


Any event, by the by, what-evv-errrrr…this excessively questionable display appears before you now because I (recently) came to the decision – made  the decision, yes – that it was, in point of fact, “high time I began doing a blog”.  Blogging.  Writing in the so-called “blogosphere”.

Like most computer software programs that promise, “Anyone can get started within minutes!”…it’s apparently, not really that simple.  For example, I appear to have chosen a “wedding blog” template for my blog – I just thought the sample page, with its photo of a white carnation, looked pretty.  Oh well.  (Yes, I realize that I could go back and select a different “theme”, but…well, we’re not going that way, all right?  Rather, we will just plunge foolishly forward.)

In any event, you do, dear reader, have my not-so-solemn vow that I will work “as hard as a beaver” (hence, the accompanying picture of Fred, the beaver) to begin, as soon as is genuinely reasonably possible, to provide you with appropriate blog-type typing and entertainment.

I will not, however (I don’t think so anyway) be blogging about weddings.

Nonetheless, we shall indeed aim our rapidly failing eyesight toward (or at least in the general direction of) the laudable goal of living “happily ever after” (Fairy Godmother willing, and all that).

Thus, therefore, henceforward, we begin…God only knows what will follow…