The real voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. - Marcel Proust

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My Friend Jack

I was putting away the Halloween things when I heard something say, "Paint me!" I knew right away who it was. He begged last year too. But now when I heard his deep gravelly voice (he smokes when he thinks I'm not paying attention), and looked again at the stem perched so jauntily on his bald head, I couldn't resist. He tries to look tough but that toothy grin gets me every time. He's my friend Jack, but he says that's Mr O'Lantern to you.