Sorry about that. To be honest, I've never had lobster. It kind of got the best of me. My family doesn't do much, to answer your question, ma'am. Mostly they fight. He hits, she cries. I had a little brother, basically raised him myself. When he was little, he had this two year phase where he was convinced there was a monster living in his closet. I couldn't convince him there was no monster so instead I'd sit in front of the closet door and tell him stories. I'd tell him bedtime stories until Nicky was convinced the monster went to sleep and wasn't going to bother him anymore. Of course the monster wasn't real, but my brother's fear was real. The sweat on his brow was real. His experience was real. I lost my brother in Vietnam.

Jack