Clear as glass, he lets the light in and shines as if inhabited by the sun itself. He’s branded with words that mean something to him – Ball and Wide-Mouth and Made In The US. Mason swings in the breeze as the backdoor opens and closes, with his band of nine brothers in tow. Jar-headed and neck-threaded, he breaks easily but offers to hold all of my precious savories without fear or complaint. My Mason, my companion, a beloved fixture in my life.