Monday evening..

I met a young male named Spicer (Jack would have liked him). Half-heartedly "Any relation to ...." After I described Jack S., Young Spicer was fascinated, hanging on my every word thereafter, repeating "How do you know about him?" "They didn't like him in New York, so he moved to San Francisco." "New York City?" "He was alcoholic, passive aggressive, and obstructing of others." "That sounds like my family."