Listening to Old Man Jack’s wisdom was like cotton candy and a movie. The ones you will remember over time are the movies that get super-glued into the consciousness of the movie-goers in a good way.

A few years ago, I went to see Old Man Jack in the Board Room – his cluttered garage facing my house across our street lined by peppercorn trees.  Well, actually, he always wanted me to come over. We’d always have a good chat about this and that or he’d let a demon out from enduring combat in the Pacific during WWII. That day, though, I just wanted to get something off my chest about the wife.

When I started to whine about what the wife did, he stopped me after a few words. Dead in my tracks. He knew what I was going to complain about.

He said, “You poked her. Live with it. Now shut the _uck up.”

I did.

Precious.