You Said It

At the rehearsal dinner for my brother's wedding, his friend and groomsman, Jim, got a little drunk and very out of control. Throwing around the f-bomb in front of my mom and generally just being loud as hell. His long suffering wife scolded him several times, but still he would not reel it in. I exchanged a knowing look with my brother, Wayne. He leaned over to explain to me, "Jimmy is like a forest fire - you can't put it out, you just have to try and contain it."