I’ve always wanted to be the cranky old rich guy in the Shirley Temple movie. He loves Shirley, but hates the rest of his family who kiss his ass hoping to cash in on his inheritance. So here’s to Walter “Buck” Swords. Buck ate at some diner all the time, acted like a cantankerous crank, swore constantly, and when he died he left the waitress he put through hell $50,000 and a 2000 Buick. This will definitely be my future. I just hope I have the 50K to leave someone when I croak.