James Pressbox

A look at life through the eyes of an 11-year-old boy.

The word this week is “bulletless.” It means James has no bullets.

I was kinda cranky. I thought my Uncle Fred and Dad were going to

bag the afternoon hunt. My dad got a call at 4 p.m. and it was on. We got to

the top of the mountain and I could not reach my bullets in my waistband.

My dad got them out for me, but they were empties!

Mount Si lost again. This week is homecoming. You can come

to Safeway on Thursday and throw a pie at my dad.

My game went terrible. We lost 568 to 0. That’s what it felt like.

We might win this week.

Thanks to everyone for all the letters.