Note: Dear readers, after almost a decade, this will be my last Daddy Needs A Drink column for SFR. Instead of writing a goodbye letter, I’ve decided to end the way I started: with a love letter to my child and to a town I’ve lived in for almost a quarter century. Thanks for your […]
Usually, I like attending dinner parties with my parents. But when my mom and dad become too comfortable at a person’s house, disaster strikes like lightning in a rainstorm; one second, everything is fine; the next, there’s a fire.