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June 26 Jason, My Man! Thanks for writing back, Jason! I was afraid my letter was maybe too depressing. You're a real friend. I'm glad to hear you're back in the game. I hope Coach Howard isn't pushing you too hard. Do you think you'll be able to go back to right field next spring? You've always been our powerhouse in the outfield. Your physical therapy doesn't sound very fun, but who knows, maybe you'll be better than ever! Have you see the latest Marvel movie? I might get to for my birthday. Things are still really tight, but Mom said if I keep catching fish to help out, she can save some grocery $$$ for the movie. Sorry, Jay, TMI? The best news is I've got a job. I'm helping the landlord keep the outside of the building stay cleaned up. Yeah, I know, not very cool, but maybe if Mom saves some grocery $$$ for the movie, I can spring for McD's. What do you think? That's about all the news for me. Except here's a picture of one day's catch. Hate gutting fish, but really like helping my mom. Good luck at your next game! Jubile 
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June 11 Hey, Jason, Bet you never expected to hear from me again. Things have been really crazy since the tornado. Mom said it might be a good idea to touch base and see how you're getting along. I sure was sorry about your broken arm. To tell you the truth, I'd trade a broken arm for getting Dad back any day. Sometimes I wake up at night feeling like my guts are being ripped out. Can't tell you how much I miss him! And our house, and our backyard, and the basketball goal on the driveway, and TWO BATHROOMS. I never thought we'd end up in a place like this. Mom is trying real hard to make it feel like home...it's not working. I know it's not working for her either because I've heard her crying a few times after Sarah and I have gone to bed and she thinks we're asleep. Mom said I should keep this positive, Who is she trying to kid? Guess I better give it a try. Will your cast be off before the end of the baseball season? How's the team doing? I couldn't believe Coach Howard was able to salvage enough equipment after the storm so the team could play this year. Mom said I could walk down to the post office to mail this. (She tries to think up excuses to get me out of the apartment.) But, dude, I've got to tell you it gets HOT in the city, at least 114 degrees! Ok, maybe not that hot, but I swear I think my tennis shoes could melt on the sidewalk, so I better go before I lose all my tread on the walk. lol I hope you're able to write me back. Take care of that arm. Your friend, Jubilee Shelley PS This is one of the places your way cool friend is hanging out these days. Definitely not cool!   Hello, Dear Reader! I'm so glad you've stopped by for a sneak peak at Jubilee and the Stinky Fish! It's been a crazy few weeks over at A Way with Words, so I thought I would just touch base with you at Jubilee's place. You'll hear some of the sad and sordid details in an upcoming post at http://alicevwalters.com soon, but for now, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Jubilee. Jubilee Daniel Shelley (that's a mouthful, isn't it?) is the main attraction in Jubilee and the Stinky Fish, my latest manuscript. He's a pretty good kid, getting ready to go to 6th grade when all kinds of tragedies hit his family.  As adults, we've probably all learned that tragedies aren't just one moment in time. They typically precipitate life changes, and they can bring out the best or the worst in us. I hope you'll stop by Jubilee's website to see what he's learning on his journey. And please keep checking in at http://alicevwalters (A Way with Words) as we continue with our Bible Study, Called to Be More than a Pretty Face, and Time with Friends (prayerfully up and running again by Monday, July 23). Blessings for respite, rest, and recreation, Dear Reader, as we head into the "dog days of summer"!
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AuthorHi, my name is Jubilee, but my friends usually call me Jubel. Mom thought it would help me get used to our new town by writing my best friend, Jason. Thanks for hanging out with us. 
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