Wocto Blog
Dec 23
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: California, happy new year, merry christmas, Santa Clause, wocto
A friend just called and she’s just starting her Christmas shopping. In Colorado. There was just a blizzard. She will have to shovel out of her driveway. It’s the 23rd. I live in California, and just finished my holiday shopping–online. It’s beautiful and sunny and a [...] [...more]
A friend just called and she’s just starting her Christmas shopping. In Colorado. There was just a blizzard. She will have to shovel out of her driveway. It’s the 23rd. I live in California, and just finished my holiday shopping–online. It’s beautiful and sunny and a pleasant sixty-three degrees out today, but rather than join the fray, I’m still working and can look out my window and see people scurrying in and out of local shops with packages. Another friend called and said the line was 50 deep at the Honey Baked Ham Store. I saw two Santa Clauses in bright red tee-shirts,
walk by arm-in-arm. It’s the kind of winter day we like to keep mum here. The sunsets are stunning this time of year. So don’t tell anybody.
I’m excited because tonight I get to see the illustrations for the second book in the Jakry Kids series: Mad Science! I don’t expect it to be released until Fall 2010,
but nevertheless, this is the time when the kids come to life! Until my next blog, I wish you
a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
Aug 06
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: ALA, Bill Clinton, Blog, Chicago McCormick Place, tea songs
I lost my blog. Not really. It would be more accurate to say, I lost my inspiration to blog while getting mired in day-to-day minutia—you know, standing in the line at the post office, waiting for workers in our office building to finish laying new carpet, waiting for my prince to come. (Was [...] [...more]
I lost my blog. Not really. It would be more accurate to say, I lost my inspiration to blog while getting mired in day-to-day minutia—you know, standing in the line at the post office, waiting for workers in our office building to finish laying new carpet, waiting for my prince to come. (Was that Miles Davis or John Coltrane?) Well, now I am mixing my metaphors, and if I am losing you as well as my blog, forgive me. I just returned from a long trip to the Midwestern United States, and there are 200 messages in my “in box.” If one of those messages is from you, know that I will be answering them in order, unless you claim to be representing the estate of a wealthy Nigerian, and I am the only living heir—in which case you will be sent to the eternal limbo of my SPAM box! At the moment though, there are a few things I’d like to share.
News Flash: Wocto will have a new music CD release soon. The title is tentative—
Welcome to the Tea House, featuring the talented singer Alanna Donovan. I have heard it, and it is fun. If you think tea is “girly” than, you will think the album is girly. It’s meant for any parent who wants to create a special teatime with their kids. The cover art is by Valia Ovseyko, the same person who illustrated the cover for Don Dunn Children’s Songs.
News: No I didn’t feel the larger earthquake that rattled Baja last week, and was felt in downtown San Diego. No reported damage in San Diego County. (Not exactly earth shaking news, but some of you asked)
I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who helped at the ALA Conference and Exhibition Chicago 2009. Special thanks to Wendy and Elena, who interacted with hundreds of people who stopped by the Wocto booth 1615. Thank you to my sisters who flew in to give me physical and moral support. If you happened to stop by, and still have questions, I’d be happy to answer them if you email: contact@wocto.com
Wocto at ALA Chicago 2009
I was impressed with the thoughtful comments of the librarians with whom I visited. Chicago was a wonderful host city, McCormick Place was the perfect venue, and GES, the labor contractor for the show was professional and efficient. Even the weather cooperated. I heard on the street that it was an unusually cool summer, but who can complain about 75 degrees and a gentle breeze off Lake Michigan? The city was abuzz with activity, street performers, concerts, great food! I can’t say enough good things about Chicago, and hope they are selected to host the 2016 Olympics.
Last but not least, I was moved to learn yesterday, that journalists Laura Ling and Euna Lee were released from North Korea, due to behind-the-scenes efforts. Kudos to former president Bill Clinton. Politics aside, their release would not have come to past without his cooperation!
Jun 07
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: baseball, Fenway Park, Ford, Kids, San Diego, Wrigley Field
"...if you’re out, you’re out of there, you’re just out, you just leave." [...more]
Wrigley Field
When I was much younger and it was nothing to jump into Henri (an old Ford van) and head east away from my Pacific, I listened to the radio. The signal would wax and wane, and many times the strongest signs of life driving through Wichita or Peoria were sport broadcasts. So I found myself listening to a lot of baseball. Baseball is a lot like life, whether you like it or not. Some days you’re going to hit it out of the park. If you strike out, well, that’s all a part of the game. Baseball, on the road is meditation– your mind drifts until the sound of bat on ball brings you back. Time passes. Old stadiums make way for new–except for Wrigley and Fenway, where it’s always the good ‘ole days. The signal fades away, leaving you on base with two out in the ninth inning, and you have no idea what comes next. By the time you reach the Atlantic, it doesn’t matter. Personally, I was frazzled by that time, down to my butt of malmsey of Coca-Cola and peanut butter sandwiches. Baseball is so much a part of our American culture, that even a six-year-old will tell you:
Joseph R. Age 6, Future Baseball Player
I love the game. You’ve got about nineteen men on each team. You’ve got a pitcher and you’ve got a better and you’ve got three bases and the fourth base is home. The pitcher tries to throw the ball so the batter can’t hit it. Every pitcher has a fireball. That’s where he throws it so fast it turns into fire—not the whole thing, like maybe one flame comes out. You can’t see it on TV, you have to be there sitting between first and home plate to see the flame. I’ve seen it. If the ball flies over the pitcher, the third baseman tries to catch it. The batter drops the bat and tries to run around the bases before the ball arrives. If you get home you make a point. For every sixty points you make they pay you sixteen dollars.
Caroline P. Age 6, Future Doctor
Each side has thirteen people. The players take turns batting and try to hit the ball. If you hit the ball, you put down the bat and run. One team bats and the other team is in the field and they try not to let the ball go past them. You try not to make an out. Each team has an umpire who’s the boss of the team. He stands behind the plate while his team is in the outfield and tells the man batting if he made an out or if he walks, which is what happens if the pitcher throws it over his head. Whoever gets the most home runs wins, and a home run is when you get to home base which is fourth base. The game goes on as long as the referee wants it to go on, usually until he thinks the people are tired of watching.
Geoffry B. Age 6, Future Paleontologist
The game mostly starts when one of the players thinks, “I’m gonna slam the ball out of here.” They use chewing tobacco ‘cause they’re nervous, because you can’t really do two things at once, so they have their minds on the chewing tobacco and on the ball and they forget about being nervous. There are two ways to get a run: one, hit it over the fence, and two, hit it and if you can get home, you’ve got yourself a run. What an out is, is you get three pitches and if you’re out, you’re out of there, you’re just out, you just leave. If you get a hit, your team keeps hitting until there are three out altogether. There are nine innings and the team that gets more hits than the other team, wins.
May 26
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Civil War, Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, Gallup Poll, Memorial Day, San Diego
It was, “I’m gonna tell mom he kicked sand on me, day.” [...more]
The sun has set over the Pacific. Another Memorial Day almost over. Beach fire rings, glow. The air is still redolent of salt and sun tan lotion. Sleepy children rest their head on strong shoulders as mom and dad, flip flop back to the car. Sandy wet towels and coolers cohabit the trunk to be dealt with tomorrow. My intention was to interview children at the beach today. I love their unexpected take on things. But as I talked to kids, cute responses aside, none knew anything about Memorial Day. It was “Daddy got off of work today.” It was “Hot dog day.” It was “I’m gonna tell mom he kicked sand on me, day.” A fairly recent Gallup Poll revealed, “Twenty-eight percent of Americans do not know the meaning of Memorial Day.” No wonder the kids had no clue. Originally, Memorial Day was a time set aside to remember the Union Soldiers who lost their lives in the Civil War. Later it was called Decoration Day—a day we decorate the graves of soldiers. In 1971, the last Monday in May was deemed Memorial Day—a national holiday where we could collectively honor all of the people who had served in the armed forces, who gave up their lives for our freedom. No more is this evident than standing in front of the sleek black Vietnam War Memorial. Or strolling in Arlington National Cemetery. Here, in San Diego, the rows upon rows of white markers at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, has a similar impact. When I took this photo years ago, at the end of a point, reaching out to the sea, I was struck by a very pregnant woman, dancing among the graves. Life goes on. Tomorrow, people will go back to work. The trash man cometh. Early treasure hunters will skim the sand with metal detectors at sunrise, looking for gold. Pause a moment, and remember. Let us not forget the history and the lives that brought us to this day.
May 11
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Ballet Foklorico, Octomom, Puppets, San Diego Children's Book Festival
Seeing the joy of kids reading the books aloud and discovering them for the first time never gets old for me. [...more]
I started this entry at the San Diego Children’s Book Festival, Saturday, May 9th. There were too many friendly people to interact with, to hide behind a computer on such a spectacular sunny Southern California day. If you stopped by the Wocto booth, to say hello, and get a book signed, thank you. What made a big difference displaying our books at this fair, as opposed to recent trade shows, was the welcomed addition of children. Seeing the joy of kids reading the books aloud and discovering them for the first time never gets old for me.
Wocto Readers
Then there was the usual drama: One little boy, about the age of three, was quite upset at our booth because his parents would not buy him the—not for sale– smooth black stone that was holding down the flyers. He burst into tears, “Mommy, it’s the bestest weapon. I want it.” We would have indulged him, but did not want to interfere in the parent/child struggle that ensued. The boy was promised a balloon saber, and soon all was right with the world. Our booth was close to the festival stage, so throughout the day Ballet Folklorico, Puppet Shows, Karate Demonstrations, a Dixieland Band, and Break Dancing entertained us. The grounds were filled with music, games, crafts, and ingeniously painted faces. Parents and kids seemed to be having a great time, although there were definitely a few sleepy heads by the end of the day. Me too. Unfortunately, the spelling of WOCTO was incorrect in the San Diego Library event brochure, and reflected the names of a furniture polish company and a railroad. (Watco is a great furniture oil, but does not produce fine children’s books and music) Fortunately, the big pop-up display introducing WOCTO the walking octopus at our booth seemed to draw people before a big gust of wind sent Wocto flying. “Wacko,” responded one young child who witnessed the levitation. The volunteer staff for the festival were very helpful. Here’s an easy way to remember our website: Think OCTOpus or OCTOmom, and preface it with a W.
Apr 07
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Easter Bunny, La Jolla, spring, wocto
Spring happens when a fuzzy caterpillar makes a cocoon out of wood and goes in there with his eyes open, and maybe in a day or two he turns into a butterfly. I have no idea how that happens; that’s the magic of Spring. [...more]
It is difficult to sit in our La Jolla office on a beautiful Monday, with Spring
riding the wind. Here is Part 2 of the interviews I conducted with 4 and 5-year-olds, asking them, “What Makes Spring spring?”
Katherine M. Age 5, Future Mommy
Easter and Halloween make Spring and Fall. Those are my favorite things.
You get some plain old eggs from the store and cook them for an hour or so until they’re hard-boiled. Then you get to paint them all different colors. That’s what I like! Also in Spring you can go buy a little package of seeds from the store, and if you plant them, they come up. That’s all it takes in the Spring—seeds, sun, and water. You don’t even have to read to figure out what it says on the package. You just stick them in the ground. If you stick them in the ground other times, nothing happens. At Halloween, which is Fall, you can plant pumpkins, but I’m not sure you can start those from seeds. You can also dress up in weird outfits so that nobody knows you and get candy. You can’t do that in Spring.
Dustin C. Age 4-1/2, Future Fireman
All the worms living underground start to come out. Robins come out and steal food from other birds. Birds come down from their nests in the trees. In the winter, the sun stays underground longer, but in Spring it’s morning earlier and the sun stays up longer and goes around to visit more houses all over the world. It gets warmer out, and I can go outside more and play with my little brother Daniel. He’s one, and he walks kind of funny and he tries to put everything in his mouth. We picked some yellow flowers for my mom, and I had to give them to her before Daniel tried to eat them all.
K.J. Age 5, Future Gardener
The petals fell off last year’s flowers and made some seeds that went underground, and when the seed makes another flower, that’s Spring. Lots and lots of flowers come up, like roses and beautiful flowers that you’ve never seen before. The Easter Bunny comes in Spring, but not really, ‘cause he’s not real, and it’s all a joke. Spring is also a very sunny month. Usually you like to go out in the spring, but sometimes it gets too hot and you’d rather stay inside. I like Spring, but I think I would like winter best in San Diego if it snowed. It gets very very cool here, so why not snow? It looks like so much fun. I like watching the weatherman on TV, and he puts on pictures of kids going down a slide in the snow and when they bump into each other he says, “Whoa!” In Spring, the weatherman’s pretty boring.
Apr 06
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: California, March Madness, San Diego, snow, spring
Spring travels on the wind... [...more]
Spring springs
As the axis of the Earth increases its tilt toward the Sun, the days—thank heavens–get longer, and tax deadlines unfortunately loom, the season of Spring is upon us! March Madness, bounces into April. Crocus peek up out of nowhere, snow melts, robin red breast and yellow marshmallow chickies make their yearly grand entrance on Spring’s stage. In the South–magnolias and cherries blossom. In the West, often dry as bone, tiny miraculous flowers carpet the desert floor. You can reliably bet your bottom dollar that girls will still go wild, on Florida beaches over Spring Break, and parents will be relieved when they return home safely. Depending on where you live, the delicate scent of tulips or honeysuckle or sage perfumes the air. There is a palpable excitement, not unlike love. Can you feel it? I do. The world is once again, a warmer, more inviting place. In the spirit of Spring, I asked some 4 and 5-year-olds in San Diego, “What Makes Spring spring?” They most certainly had their own unique take on the season:
Amber C., Age 5, Future Ice-Cream Truck Driver
Spring is spring because it was noticed by a bunch of artists who found it. You know, like they discovered it and stuff. Artists look at things in different ways—different than you and me. Sometimes they see things through telescopes and stuff. One time they happened to notice this little bunch of flowers, and they said, “Oooh, look how pretty that is.” So they figured out a way to keep planting the flowers so the prettiness spread and spread all throughout the United States, and they called it spring. I personally like spring because you can start going to the beach and you get more sunshiny days and the sunsets get really beautiful with a lot of purple and light pink and stuff. Spring makes me feel happy because I can stay outside later and ride my bike and scooter. Spring’s really fun for kids.
Sean T. Age 5, Future Motorcycle Driver on Mud
The foxes come out in the summer, the wolves come out in the winter,
and flowers come out in the spring. Spring travels on the wind, and sometimes, if it gets pretty windy out, like today, spring comes to the beach. That’s why, if I didn’t have to be at school, I could be at the beach flying a kite. One day, I drawed a G.I. Joe kite with my brother Brandon—the whole body. Then we cut it out. Brandon threw it up in the air and the string came down and I grabbed on and held it and held it until I couldn’t hold it much longer and then whoosh, it just flew away—the whole kite. Brandon said it probably went eight miles, but my dad said it went more like ninety-four. No big deal, we made another one. Sometimes I flip over on the grass; sometimes I jump on my bed. Spring just makes you feel good! (Read part 2 tomorrow).
Feb 04
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Churchill, Inflation, Laws, Obama, wocto
No party poopers—you know, like you’re having a party and someone comes along and says, ‘Ooh, your party is stinky, or, ‘Your friends are ugly.’ [...more]
You'd already be there.
Winston Churchill once said, “
If you have ten thousand regulations, you destroy all respect for the law.” President Barack Obama will undoubtedly have to grapple with the nuanced implications of law. How about a little help from a group of intrepid elementary school students to whom I posed this question, “
If you were president, what laws would you make?” Here’s what they had to say:
Christian S., Age 7, Future Policeman said,
“For me, I’d cut inflation. I’d lower the price of milk, cheese, rocky road ice-cream, celery, lettuce and salad dressing. No shooting animals of any kind. Stop all wars now so nobody would get killed or hurt. It would be the law. I’d burn the weapons that we could burn and the metal weapons like tanks and airplanes and bombs, I’d take them apart. It’s a big job. It would help the economy. I’d hire a lot of people and put them back to work helping me. If I had the money I’d pay them a hundred dollars a month. Kids would be allowed to play outside more unless it was raining.” Kristine S., Age 7, Future Nurse said, “
All cars must be off the freeway by 2:30 AM to cut down on noise and pollution—that goes for out-of-towners too. Groups of volunteers would gather at this time to sweep the freeways. Cities would have to install street walls, one side for cars and the other side for people. It would be safer for both. There would have to be alarms everywhere, night and day, underground, under streets. They would only be sensitive to burglars and not to regular people. I think it could work. Burglars are always heavier because they’re carrying stolen things on their backs. Sick kids and people would have to stay home and not go out to school and work and breathe on other people.”
Becky S, Age 8, Future Waitress said, “
It would be against the law for kids to steal anything—candy, soda or bread. Right now only adults really get into trouble but bad kids don’t. Grownups would be allowed to help kids when they were hurt, without suspicion. I was riding my bike uphill trying to hold two ice-cream cones and three bottles of Coke. I fell down and broke my collarbone, and a total stranger helped me. Smoking would be illegal ‘cause it kills people. No fights of any kind would be permitted. No party poopers—you know, like you’re having a party and someone comes along and says, ‘Ooh, your party is stinky, or, ‘Your friends are ugly.’ It starts arguments.”
Michael R. Age 7-1/2, Future President said, “
All policemen will have to be real tall. I think if they were taller they’d be walking the streets protecting people instead of just driving around in their cars. Kids who didn’t obey the street-crossing patrols would be put on probation if they got reported twelve times. Then they’d have to have their parents walk them across the street. My mom’s very nice—put that down—but I’d make a law that all kids would have their own phones, so if parents were mean they could run into their room, call the police, the police would come , surround the house, put the parents in jail, and the child could go to a foster home and be treated better. I had a friend whose mother was very mean. He moved away and I worry about what happened to him.”
Becky E., Age 6-1/2, Future Gymnastics Teacher, said, “
People would be allowed to live in parks. You could wake up in the morning and you’d already be there to play or do whatever you wanted to do. If anyone is caught writing on picnic tables, walls and doors, they would have to clean it up before they could go home. I wouldn’t put them in jail or anything, because it might be your friends who are doing it. If you needed a job, you’d just go to the job you wanted and if you like the take home price they’d have to hire you that day. You wouldn’t have to wait for them to call you back because you know they never will.”
Jan 12
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Cardinals, Charger's, Eagles, NFL, Ravens, Roz Chast, Steelers
No matter how skilled we are, or how prepared, sometimes it comes down to a doink on a helmet, a blown whistle, a roll of the dice, a gust of wind, the twelfth man or the tenth caller. [...more]
Deep Freeze
Tonight, I feel disappointment. Still, I must extend a virtual hand and congratulate the Pittsburgh Steelers, Philadephia Eagles, Arizona Cardinals and Baltimore Ravens for their competitive wins this weekend. My home team–The Chargers—after a giving us a heck of a ride in December–came up short today. It was a game that got away. Sometimes things turn on a dime. Thus is the beauty of football and other sports, as well as the myriad games we play in life. No matter how skilled we are, or how prepared, sometimes it comes down to a doink on a helmet, a blown whistle, a roll of the dice, a gust of wind, the twelfth man or the tenth caller. Revealing, are the sport message boards and blogs on both the winning and losing sides of the NFL this week. These are, presumably, written by adults. The range of emotions displayed gives one pause for thought —from bitter vitriol, name calling, tears, tantrums, blame, and gloating, to genuine kudos, and hope-springs-eternal for the next season! I’m sure San Diego fans will return to some stable equilibrium once we all catch our collective breath! Tomorrow, children will be returning to school after being exposed to this range of emotion. What we teach them about winning and losing, is playing itself out in cyberspace tonight. Kids have picked up the fact that winning is exhilarating from nearly every aspect of our society, but need roll models to learn that it’s tolerable (however unpleasant) to lose! How we conduct ourselves in the aftermath of our games, plays to our character. A good coach understands the strengths and weaknesses of each player. So does a good parent or teacher. One of my all-time favorite cartoons by Roz Chast, addressed the collective angst of the home team in a New Yorker cartoon a number of years ago. “It’s our fault,” resonated the players, the ump, the fans. The caption: “Guilt Day at Shea Stadium.” (Check out the new book THEORIES OF EVERYTHING Selected, Collected, Health-Inspected Cartoons 1978-2006 By Roz Chast) As for me, I still believe the journey is a big part of the reward.
Jan 10
Posted: under I Lost My Sock, Jakry Kids, Lin Jakary, Lin Jakary travelblog, Uncategorized, wocto.
Tags: Al Kaline, Darren Sproles, Loyalty, LT, San Diego Chargers, Trevor Hoffman
It was hard for me to focus on work this week, because I am a bit of a football fanatic! My home team–the San Diego Chargers, after overcoming some hefty odds, are in a playoff game with the Pittsburgh Steelers this weekend. I find myself getting distracted by google stats, weather [...] [...more]
LT Fans
It was hard for me to focus on work this week, because I am a bit of a football fanatic! My home team–the San Diego Chargers, after overcoming some hefty odds, are in a playoff game with the Pittsburgh Steelers this weekend. I find myself getting distracted by google stats, weather forecasts, injury reports, and every talking head on ESPN. It also makes me think about loyalty. Loyalty is a big theme in my Jakry Kids stories. The kids are loyal to their family and friends. Aren’t teams supposed to be like one big family? So much has changed in professional sports since I was a child. Now, so often it is more about the money, and instant gratification, and ratings. Growing up in a household with six brothers, it was hard not to be immersed in ERA’s and MVP’s, quarterback ratings and goal line stands, touchdowns, homeruns, slam-dunks. The very first words I ever tried to write, (trying to impress my hard-working father who relaxed by sitting in front of the TV watching sports) were Al Kaline—then outfielder for the Detroit Tigers. I carefully drew an “L” a shaky “K” and a squiggly line. My father had been encouraging my alphabet, long before kindergarten. “Nice,” he said, taking his eyes off the TV, “that’s an L, and that’s a K.” I was adamant. “No! It’s Al Kaline! “ He finally got it, and reacted the way any parent should act when their kid takes a cognitive leap—he was proud. We watched the rest of the game together and he patiently explained what was going on. (Ironically, years later, I held my father’s hand and we watched Detroit vs Cardinals in the World Series in ‘06. He passed away a few months later.) Dad taught me how to keep a score card in elementary school, as I painstakingly wrote out all the baseball plays while we sat in the bleachers. Not a bad way to learn a little math. Al Kaline was a player with the Detroit Tigers from 1953 until 1972—his entire career. He did a lot for the city of Detroit, not only as an exemplary player, but also for the morale of the city itself. How else does a 4-year-old know about Al Kaline? Or a 5-year-old know about LaDainian Tomlinson? (LT! LT!) I miss that kind of loyalty–a time when teams held on to their best athletes, and you knew, no matter what—come hell or high water, injuries or an off-season, that it was more than likely that your favorite player would be back to see another day, another year, making you home-town-proud. It was a sad day for San Diegans today. Our own Trevor Hoffman—the Hells Bells, relief pitcher for the Padres, who will surely be Cantonized, was traded to Milwaukee. How did this happen? (rhetorical) It is a loss for the city of San Diego, and for Trevor’s teammates. Milwaukee, is not only getting a great player, but a great guy who gets involved with community. Yes, life and sports will go on. I am hoping that next year’s Charger fans will have the opportunity to continue to embrace LT, and Darren Sproles, among others. But who knows? Are we only one or two injuries, missteps, fumbles or tumbles away from being dispensable? I’d like to teach kids that loyalty matters for something, no matter where you live—even on a page in an imaginary world. When The Jakry Kids become your friend, they’ll be on your team for life!
More LT fans
The following is an article about LaDainian Tomlinson, that I suggest any loyal football fan read. http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/jim_trotter/01/14/tomlinson/index.html?eref=writers
