Dadcation
I like that if my children are tasked with a “What I Did Last Summer” essay in school, they can report “Daddy took us to prison!” Upon landing in San Francisco on July 2, we checked into the J.W. Marriott at Union Square, walked into Chinatown, and ate spicy awesome hot braised fish with chilis for dinner at Z&Y, because that’s apparently where our 44th President ate while in town. Then we put the children to bed and walked over to Pacific Cocktail Haven for a nightcap. On…
I’m sure my children wonder why I sometimes fly to different cities for a few days without their mother or them. Most of the time, “it’s for work,” is all they know. Maybe they’ll see a picture their grandmother shows them while I’m away from a silly website called The Facebook, like the one my mother showed them a few days ago: The fact that they recognized my caption of “There is still good in him; I can feel it” as a Luke Skywalker attribution gives me great…