June 20, 2025

Jumpin' Jacks

On traditions.

I only had an hour or so, just enough time for us to go to Jumpin’ Jacks. The line was longer than expected. Kids out of school, my sister said.

But it sped along. I like a place that runs a tight ship. I almost always get nervous thinking I’ll miss my turn when the guy at the grill yells out who’s next into the crowd.

I get the same thing every time: Jackburger and twisty fries, my dad’s favorite order. Afterward, my sister and I each had an ice cream—soft-serve twist. Globs of sprinkles dripped onto the picnic table, everything melting faster than I could eat it.