The Christmas gun: A holiday tradition
Jim parked his car in the driveway and approached the old house. He climbed the steps and knocked on the door. Inside he heard a dog bark, and soon the door swung open. An old man stood in the doorway, with a tiny Jack Russell terrier at his feet. “He won’t bite,” said the old man. “He just thinks that everyone comes just to see him.” Jim introduced himself and the old man invited him in. “You Ted’s boy?” Jim smiled. At 40, it had been a while since anyone called him Ted’s boy. When Jim answered in the affirmative, the old man continued, “Knew your daddy. He was a ...