I’ve heard that my blog posts are slowly sliding into the territory of the Lost Crusader. Looking back, I have to agree. That’s one of the dangers of having multiple voices with different viewpoints housed in the same head. It’s understandable given the Crusader’s evangelistic leanings.
So, I find myself sitting at the keyboard wondering how to get the callous, curmudgeon the world knows as Jack to speak up. He’s somewhat reserved to start with and it’s best to use caution in drawing him out. Like his hero, Don Quixote, he’s reasonable and lucid about most subjects. However, there are those topics, books, and writing, come immediately to mind, that will send him into flights of fantasy.
Just yesterday a quiet morning was interrupted with the mention of Ed and Jazz. The next thing you know he’s off to New Orleans without so much as a by your leave. It was hours before he came back. Of course, you can never be sure how far back he really is. He is not a proactive conversation starter.
I lured him into this bit only by playing “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” a few times for him. Jack would be the first to tell you that a heart growing three times larger means you have cardiomyopathy and probably a case of Congestive Heart Failure to go along with it. Neither of which endears the Whos in Whoville to the victim.
Never fear though, a few December trips to the stores around town should have him back to his old self in no time at all.
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