My grandson, James, turns twelve today and I’m convinced he’s the next writer in the family . . . if I can pull him off the basketball court long enough to actually write.  He has all the instincts of an author.  When upset, he sits down and writes a story and then brings it to me to read.  When he was eight his classroom was vandalized.  James wrote a story about it and in his tale he captured the culprits.  The last line of his story–and remember, he was only eight—read,  "And when they got out of jail; they were too old for bingo."  The kid’s a natural!