So, back before the aliens were hauled off to area 51, me and my Grandpa Joe met up in Roswell, New Mexico at the state park. Most everybody that sees this photograph sighs like a bus full of old ladies headed for Graceland because I look so cute standing next to him. What they don’t know is that he stared straight into the camera and muttered, “Junior, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to knock the hell out of you.” He always talked that way so I didn’t feel any special need to quit running my mouth, but I did get stumped over how “hell” had gotten into me being how I was just a little feller and hadn’t started running around with my cousins, yet. Then I began wondering how hard he’d have to hit me to accomplish the exorcism as opposed to going to the nearest Baptist church to have Brother Bob pray it out of me instead. To tell you the truth, I’m still stumped. If you have any ideas about it or if you want to talk about anything else (except the aliens – that’s top secret), just write me.