A little over sixteen years ago Dan and Caren Ginsberg asked me to be godfather to their soon-to-be born son Jack. Of course, it wasn’t quite that clearcut a question. As I recall it went something like this:
Dan: So what’s up with you and Jamie?
Jim: What do you mean?
Dan: Is she going to be around for a while?
Jim: Yes, she is, but why do you ask?
Dan: We’d like you to be godfather to our baby, but only if Jamie’s going to be around to keep you under control.
Jamie’s still around and Jack is sixteen years old today. He’s an absolutely great kid young man. Brilliant. Personable. Funny. Empathetic. Good-looking. Loves the TV show “Cops” just like his godfather. And even though he and his sister Stella bicker like all siblings do, I’ve never seen a big brother who loves his little sister more than he does. We could go on and on with honest compliments, but we don’t want his head to get too big.
We love you, Jackie G. Happy birthday.
NOTE: I’m posting this on November 26 in Australia, which is only the 25th in California. Celebrate for two days, Jack.