Love Letter to London

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....

Mr. Sunshine

When I’m not traveling with children, I’m pretty easygoing. I don’t get stressed about delayed flights due to inclement weather in Denver, and I’m easily entertained by the new novel by Robert Boswell or salesmen in khaki pants getting their pre-flight drink on in...

Gratitude Problem

“Our question of the day is, ‘What is your passion?’” our soft-spoken server said when she put down our menus. “I always say, ‘My ass,’” my high school friend Rita said when the server moved out of earshot. “Really?” “No, not really.” She smiled. “They don’t invent...

Can I Get a Witness?

Many people who fly are concerned about what they might hear as they’re traveling from destination to destination. They don’t want their flights ruined by the squalls of a screaming baby or a snoring man whose love handles crawl over the armrests. I was recently on a...

Bear Trap

“You need to go, it’s like heaven,” my friend Nell said over the phone. I called her to complain about my allergies, among other whiny subjects. A fellow sufferer, she was sympathetic and, unlike other stuffy heads I know, she offered a temporary solution: the Borrego...

Era, Gone

“Dude, I got a line on some liquid Nag Champa. Have to call you back,” my brother Eddie screamed over the phone. I’d wanted to check in with him before I started school after a two-week spring break. “Where are you?” I asked, having no idea what Nag Champa was or why...