That’s it for the Mayans then I guess,” said Andrew Jackson resignedly folding his newspaper and laying it on the table next to his plate. “December 21st of 2012 came and went and the only thing that ended was the Mayan calendar.” Rose looked up from her own reading. “At least the doomsday prophets will
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We need to get away,” said Andrew Jackson leaning back in his chair and tossing his section of the newspaper onto the table so emphatically that his wife Rose had to put out her hand to stop it from sliding off the edge and onto the floor. Rose looked at the paper for a moment
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The weather these last few weeks, here in the Jacksons’ neck of the woods, has been like the voters every American news channel has dragged kicking and screaming into their newsrooms for live, on-air interviews. Undecided. Not warm certainly, but not really cold either. Rainy sometimes, but not really raining. Sometimes a few snowflakes have
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You seem out of sorts Dad.” Randy Jackson leaned back in his chair as he spoke, and pushed his empty plate away. The other people at the table, Randy’s wife Jackie, his sister Jennifer and his mother and father, Rose and Andrew, kept eating, although it was clear they were nearly through as well. A
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Andrew Jackson pulled his pickup truck into the last parking spot in front of the café and turned off the engine. As he stepped out a gust of wind swirled up and blew the old John Deere hat right off his head. He watched it sail up over the faded restaurant sign and had just
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Jennifer Jackson stood at the dining room window of the Jackson house gazing out across the yard and up the driveway and down the empty beyond. “I thought they were going to be here at two o’clock,” she said. “Where the heck are they?” Andrew looked up from the sports section. “As Winnie the Pooh
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Andrew Jackson opened his eyes slowly and gazed out across the lake. The brim of his hat was pulled down almost to his nose for shade but still the sun shone so brightly he couldn’t help but squint. A dragonfly hovered overhead for a second, then landed and perched on the straw brim just inches
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He was a big man in every way, both tall and wide, and when he spoke any corner of the café not occupied by his considerable build was effectively filled by the sheer volume of his voice and character. He took only a second, upon entering the room to decide where he was going to
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Jennifer Jackson shuffled into the kitchen early on Sunday morning, casting a bleary eye at her parents Andrew and Rose who sat at the dining table, each with a cup of coffee and a section of the newspaper in front of them. She opened the cupboard, took out a mug and poured herself a cup
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The wedding will be small,” said Brady, “and the reception will be elegant, but the party afterwards will be epic!” Brady’s parents, Andrew and Rose Jackson, smiled at Brady’s obvious enthusiasm. Brady’s sister Jennifer laughed out loud. “I can’t believe you’re so excited Brady,” she said. “Heck, when Randy got married we practically needed a
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