Jack

Jack was another lost soul who would come visiting. I have no idea where he came from or where he went (but he is truely missed. He would just show up on the front porch, usually scarred up from fighting with someone. A number of times I really had to clean him up and bathe him because he looked like he had been rolling in the mud. During the colder nights he would lay up on the front porch bench on a blanket and I would go sit with him and finally cover him up and he would still be there covered in the morning.