|Photo of Jam running with a frisbee.|
So, we put our name on the list. And we waited by the wrought iron fence watching the children walk up and down. Fred had Dewey and I had Jam.
I once read a story about Marilyn Monroe that I think Susan Strasburg told. She said that she was walking with Marilyn down the street in New York and no one was paying any attention to her. Susan asked her about it. Marilyn said she wasn't making any effort to be seen. Susan asked her what she meant. Marilyn said, "Watch."
"It was like she turned a light bulb on inside her," Strasburg said. People stopped and stared and then they mobbed them and Susan and Marilyn had to take a cab to escape.
|Jam with his light turned off|
"As a matter of fact, it is. How did you know." I asked. Well, she recognized me, from school. Turns out she is a big Dewey fan and she really wanted to pet Dewey. Jam, not so much.
Yea Dewey! Dewey might not have this bright light like Jam, but he inspires love and devotion just as much as Jam does.