Fang Skull

This isn't about barbeque. It's about a kid.

At a height of about 5 feet, a kid has a different perspective on a lot of things. They know every dog in the neighborhood, and speak of the dog as if he were a friend. Property lines have little meaning. Nary a thought is given to cutting through backyards, side yards, and front yards on their way to the 'woods' or a friends house. They may borrow things, but they will never steal, and they will give you all they have for the asking. They haven't a clue about the value of a dollar, but they can tell you all about lucky rocks. At once, they treat their friends like dogs, and dogs like brothers. They are generous beyond good sense to friend and stranger alike, and loyal to the end even in the face greivous punishment. I think they pick that up from the dogs. They ride bicycles and skateboards with the causal elegance of a soaring hawk, crash them like flaming train wrecks, and rise again bleeding,but smiling and laughing. They find more joy in a single jelly bean than we find in Christmas, and, we try to teach these kids to be adults.

It seems to me, that we ought to consider becoming more like kids.

On Father's day, my wife took my son to the worlds greatest store (Spenser's), and bought me a gift I will never, ever forget. Having blown my knee out last September, and despit having it surgically repaired, it still hurts and I limp a little. If you limp, you ought to have a cool cane. A cane much cooler than any that Dr. House might posses.If you are a 12 year old boy, there is nothing better you can give your limping dad than a black cane that is topped with a skull with fangs.

If you are a limping dad, there is nothing better your son can give you than the look on his face when he sees you smile after opening a box containing the world's greatest cane.

It doesn't get any better than that.