My dad loved a good road trip. When I was young, he’d spend months planning cross country trips for us to take every July. Since this was in the era before smart phones, Expedia.com and Google, he’d plan every trip with an actual map, usually on the john. He’d collect articles during the year of […]
The 8 Simple Rules My Dad Taught Me Before He Died
My father was a piece of work. He was kind and he had a scathing tongue. He was thoughtful and he never forgot a transgression. He had the memory of an elephant yet could never understand Facebook. He lived in Texas with a thick, unapologetic Boston accent and he was a Yankee in a sea of […]