"I'm God," God said, after only a brief hesitation."A pleasure to meet you Sonny. You can call me Grandpa Jones, or sir," the little old man replied."...ou're file says that you're Benjamin Jones," God pointed out."A name's just a hook to hang your reputation on," Grandpa gently chastised. "I wasn't so proud of some things I did when people called me Benjamin Jones, or even just Ben Jones. I've got the scars to show I paid for them, and Grandpa Jones is what I go by now." Do you know who I am?". “I hope so, but she has started dating so maybe not,” Aunt Sam had a perpetual smirk on her face, and she laughed a little under her breath as she pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot. I was praying we were going to head to the drive through and not go inside.What a difference a few months could make in maturity. I was not more than a year in age to my cousin Blair, and yet her mother was prepared to speculate she had sex while she relegated me to the backseat along with her two younger sons. ‘Dude, I’m the pitcher, I was the pitcher for the Lions last year,’ Manny Gomez smugly told Russell. ‘Dude, I’M the coach, not you. And my name is ‘Coach Jones’ not ‘Dude,” Russell told the boy. ‘Right now, you’re just another booger eater until I put everyone where they need to go.’ Manny glared raw hatred at the twenty six year old, then glared at all the boys that laughed when Russell called him a booger eater. He made the boys get in a large circle and just practice tossing the ball back. I felt very sorry for them both. John seemed verymuch like a family man, but that was a gut feeling more than anything else.It was a hot summer, and I worked shirtless a lot of the time. Even atnight you didn't really need a shirt. One day shortly after sunset, Ilooked for John to tell him I was done for the day, and didn't put on myshirt first. That may have been the most important decision in my life, asit turns out.He was in the baby's room, next to the crib, gazing out the window. I.