some people react differently around extreme sickness. some let themselves be swallowed whole, Jonah style. some flee at the slightest sneeze.
i prefer the style of Great Uncle Jack. i've watched him hover like a bird of prey. trying to pit his 75 years against my Dad and his cancerous 62 years. he has never been one to let life pass silently. he once wrote a letter to a local jet charter instructing them not to rent to him anymore after one too many drunk vegas decisions. he has been strangely calm the past couple of years but i've noticed a certain somber spark when he's around sickly Dad. he circled, and circled, and paused, and circled. this was gonna be good. how was he gonna burst back into life? the suspense was... what? of course! he drove up in this today...

bentley continental flying spur. it's fun to watch a snippet of life being lived. but it's even better to watch the little marble snowball into a quarter million dollar shopping spree.
do you know how many movies i could make with that? eleven.