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Are we going to call this meeting to order or what?” Brady Jackson leaned back in his chair and looked around the table. The other members of the Jackson family paused in their conversations. “I’m just curious what’s going on,” Brady explained. “Having a meeting suddenly, makes me wonder what’s up.” Andrew set his coffee

Andrew Jackson looked up from his newspaper as Rose appeared in the doorway of the kitchen still dressed in her familiar tattered housecoat and beaded leather slippers. “Good morning,” he said. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Coffee is ready. Help yourself.” Rose gave him an insincere scowl but brightened at the mention of

“If anybody needs me I’ll be at the café!” Andrew Jackson opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. He closed the door and stood for a moment, debating whether to take the truck or just walk the few blocks to the café. He glanced up at the sky which contained, for the

“I can’t believe all four of the top teams in the NHL have been eliminated in the first round of the playoffs.” Andrew Jackson put down the newspaper he was reading and picked up his coffee cup. Rose did not look up from the section of the paper she was reading. “Sometimes I wish I

Andrew Jackson pulled his pickup truck into the last empty parking spot in front of the café and turned off the engine. He took off his sunglasses and laid them carefully on the dashboard, then opened the door and stepped out onto the street. A grey Chevy Silverado sped by and honked twice, once in

It’s been a really good winter. I can’t deny it.” Brady Jackson set his beer down on the arm of the chair in his parents’ sunroom as he spoke. His father Andrew raised his eyebrows from across the room. “Not a lot of people gonna agree with you on that,” said Andrew. “The consensus is

Hey Gramma!” Little Allison Jackson lay on her back on the floor, tangled locks framing her face and bright eyes beaming out from behind wisps of stray hair. Her younger brother Andy lay next to her in a similar position, holding a stuffed tyrannosaurus in one hand and a toy John Deere tractor in the

Thirty-six degrees,” said Grant Toews. “That’s what the temperature was every day for the last week. Pretty amazing.” He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. “That’s the same as it was here,” said Andrew Jackson, who was finishing off a plate of bacon and eggs. “Big deal.” “Plus 36 though,” said Grant.