There's something about having a firstborn boy come into the family. Now that's not to say that girls aren't special too, because they are - with their pink stuff and lace and bows and whatnot. But when the firstborn is a boy, it means you've got a buddy there, someone to go fishing with, someone to shoot the ball around with. Realistically, what it really means is that you've got someone that is stuck with your name. Whether it's Wiener or Rodriquez or Papalooski or Smith - that kid has your brand on him and that means you will carry on. And this isn't to say it's a selfish thing, all this carrying on business,...but it is a primeval thing, something that's in your gut. All the books you've ever read, all the movies you've ever seen - even Lion King for gosh sakes, has the Father teaching the son how to do stuff, how to treat people, and ultimately how to be better than he himself was. So, maybe that's what the whole thing is about-having another chance to be a better person? Pretty profound and possibly preposterous, but one facet of a discussion indeed.
These are pictures of 1/2 of the most important people in Jack's life, the Men: Dad, Pa, Papaw, Grandpa Hunt, and finally "The Man" himself.
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